“He watched me. He didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, he didn’t try and act like he was watching the stars. And when he got caught, he didn’t even care. He watched me, anyway. And the stars that were in his eyes flowed over to mine and journeyed across my skin and streamed through my veins and made me feel like a star myself. It was at that moment I knew I’d be okay. That that would be my future in days to come and for eternity. And I was okay with it.”
Book:Counting Stars