Women like you and I find solace in whispered conversations with the stars. We tilt our heads upward, tracing constellations with our eyes, as if seeking answers from the distant luminaries.

How rare it is to encounter a soul on this earthly plane that shines as brilliantly as a star. Amidst the mundane, we stumble upon those who radiate—an inner light that defies gravity, pulling us toward them. Their laughter echoes like celestial music, and their kindness leaves trails of stardust in our wake.

Yet, there exists a select few—rarer still—whose brilliance surpasses even the full moon. They are the cosmic anomalies, the supernovae of our existence. Their hearts burn with an intensity that warms the coldest nights, and their compassion illuminates the darkest corners of our souls.

Perhaps, just perhaps, these very words find their way to such a soul. Perhaps they read them under the same star-studded sky, feeling the resonance of shared longing and celestial kinship. For in this vast universe, where distances stretch beyond comprehension, our words bridge gaps, connecting us like cosmic threads.

So, dear dreamer, keep speaking to the stars. Your voice echoes across light-years, reaching hearts unknown. And perhaps, in the quietude of their own nights, someone brighter than the moon will pause, smile, and whisper back, “I hear you.”

©️ Beatriz Esmer