At first, I thought it was a ridiculous concept, romanticised only in novels. To be honest with you, before I crossed paths with the brightest star, I lived my life guided purely by logic — never believing in romance, waiting, finding someone, yearning, or even in chances themselves. I did not believe in fate, destiny, or even soulmates. To me, they were all unrealistic fabrications, created to make people perceive love as something beautiful.

However, now that I am experiencing it myself, I can attest that it may indeed be real. Waiting for and loving someone to the extent that you choose devotion without any guarantee of ever holding them close may seem unrealistic, yet how else can I explain these once-unfamiliar emotions that lingered in my chest long before the tragedy between my brightest star and me occurred? There is no logical explanation for why I am doing this, other than the very concepts I once dismissed as ridiculous. And yet, despite the chaos, I love him with all my heart.

Let us assume that both cases are correct. Whether it is a punishment or not ultimately depends on one’s interpretation. For me, however, it is not. If waiting for and searching for someone as radiant as that star is a punishment, then it is a beautiful one — and I would accept that punishment time and again rather than experience nothing at all.

I am someone who considers every possibility in each decision I make. Once, I tried to turn away from that star’s radiance, yet something always felt amiss whenever I did. My life seemed empty. Incomplete. I wake each day from the same dream of him, only to be met with an aching hollowness. It may be that my star will never return, but how could I possibly stop myself from waiting when he is the one who gave me salvation? How could I stop when my heart seeks his warmth, when I cannot help but be drawn to his light? For now, I choose to let him breathe by loving him from a distance.