Stars have this weird thing going for them: no matter WHERE YOU ARE, those damn twinkly lights in the sky never seem to change.
Maybe if i was some astrologist or something they would, but to the untrained eye- like my own -stars are a constant.
Stars are like the world's nightlight. No matter how scary or hard or crazy things get down here… we always have the stars.
Not even just US- the WORLD has those stars.
Just like how I have Arnold.
Or HAD anyway.
Ever since he ran off to San Lorenzo with his parents, my sweet prince Arnold, the nightlight of MY world, has flickered out and the monotonous of life has taken over.
But sometimes, when the night has fallen upon me like a blanket and my heart aches for that delicious smelling cornflower hair or those gorgeous green orbs, I force myself up to wander to my room's window. Out in the dark world beyond my little Pataki-prison-cell, I often find my eyes drifting up to the sky where the stars glimmer down below.
It's in THAT STARLIGHT I have found a new nightlight- a nightlight that holds none other than Arnold himself in the glow.
Because IN the dull light cast upon me through the glass of the window I am closest to him. And in that moment, at that EXACT MOMENT, I find myself wondering if he's looking up at the same stars as I and maybe… just maybe… Arnold is thinking of me too.