I see you. Not just with my eyes, but with everything I am. And you see me too, I know it, I feel it, even though you pretend we're just two strangers who were never meant to meet. But who says that? Who decides what is allowed and what isn't? They say we're too different, too far apart, as if our hearts were two stars never meant to touch. But what if we could change that? What if we broke the rules, held the strings in our own hands, and rewrote the stars? Tell me it’s not impossible. Tell me we’re not lost just because the world believes we should be. I would give everything, tear down every obstacle, stop time itself, if it meant we had a chance. But you stand there, hands tied, voice quiet, and I wonder if you truly can’t— or if you’re just afraid. Maybe this is our truth. Maybe we are only meant to love in dreams. Maybe we are two stars that can only come close but never truly become one. And yet—for a moment, for just one moment— let’s pretend we could rewrite the ending.