I fell off the edge on the world this morning, reaching for the star you wanted me to name. I told you that it’s name was “crown” and some day I would hand it back to the princess from which it fell, but his will is growing faint so I must add myself to the collective. But promise me one thing… one thing my love, cry not. If you must, turn from me. It would feel as if I died over and over for every tear I couldn’t wipe away.