Perhaps, You now see the dark, not the stars I've been showing you.And that hurts.
Perhaps, I got too attached. Perhaps, I expected too much.I still love the stars but I have to accept the darkness that's still there. I have to learn to detach and love them from a distance. It hurts but I have my own existence to take care of; there, I was just letting the stars speak for me. I was growing dependent. I was giving them the power to hurt me. And that hurts.I have to revive my own voice, while still listening to those voices.