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“Because the birdsong might be pretty,

But it’s not for you they sing,

And if you think my winter is too cold,

You don’t deserve my spring.”

Erin Hanson

Stars are known for symbolizing the eternal. They’ve been a

fixed constant in the sky since time immemorial. The first

inhabitants of earth used to stare at the same sky as we do

now. And our children.

And grandchildren.

And their grandchildren.

Stars also symbolize the cycle of life, solitude and gravity.

They glow in the dark energy that’s the majority of space, and

remind us that even in the pitch black, there’s always

something that can shine.

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I SHOULD PROBABLY GET ONE thing out of the way before we begin. My story? It doesn’t have a happy ending. It won’t. It can’t. No matter how tall or handsome or rich and captivating my Prince Charming might be. And my Prince Charming was all those things. Oh, he was all those things and more. Only problem was he wasn’t really mine. He was my sister’s. But there is something you should know before you judge me. I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first. All that didn’t matter when Dean ‘Ruckus’ Cole had his lips on my sister’s in front of my eyes the day Vicious broke into her locker. The thing about these moments is you never quite know whether it’s the beginning or the end. The fluidity of life stops, and you’re forced to examine your reality. Reality sucks. Trust me, I know firsthand just how hard it does. Life ain’t fair. Daddy said it right when I hit sixteen and wanted to start dating. His answer was resolute. “Good Lord, no.” “Why not?” My eyelid ticked with annoyance. “Millie dated when she was sixteen.” It was true. She went on four dates with our mailman’s son, Eric, back in Virginia. Daddy snorted and wagged his index finger at me. Nice try.

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