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I was laying in my bed, and I looked up and realized I could see the stars from my bed. I felt beyond happy. Laying there looking at the stars, everything felt right. Everything that I am and all of my insecurities and worries all made sense.
That evening I saw The Great Gatsby with my friend, and the fall evening was perfect. The air was crisp and leaves were starting to litter the sidewalk. The only thing that would have made it better is a campfire (and possibly someone to cuddle with), but when I looked at the stars from my room and thought about my day, it seemed extraordinary.
Life makes sense looking at the stars.
Life makes sense looking at the stars.