After spending every night reaching for the stars, you can understand my surprise when I woke up with Heaven in my arms. I\'m awakened by rosy fingertips each morning and I see images of last night\'s beauty in my hands. All my points are lines. Connecting the dots, solving the puzzle: A picture of us. Together. Alone in the dark. And that\'s all life is, a series of photographs.Being sentimental isn\'t enough, because nothing can stay picture-perfect forever. There\'s never enough stars in the sky, there\'s never enough to satisfy my grasp. I can write the same sad lines again and again, but that will never this dream any more true. I can\'t wish upon a star if I\'ve pulled them all out of the sky. When we\'re together it\'s like I have it all,but when we\'re apart I have nothing at all. It\'s not like I can go put it back,because my dying wish would be for it to have been mine all along.It\'s sad how Heaven only spends forever with the dead.