There was a little girl, who sewed the little stars to the pillow little by little. As that little girl was getting not so little anymore little by little, she was wandering for a moon. A moon which isn't little nor many. Just one big moon. Indeed, She found one. The big bright moon made her happy. She found it amusing. Assumed to be chasing her. As this all happening, She forgot the little stars she sewed. Once she saw the moon fading away she was perplexed As if a promise is being broken. A night after night, she saw the moon going away, breaking those little promises which had piled to break some night. One night, the moon left her all alone. As if she was meant to be disheartened. But little did she know, the little stars she sewed were still clinging on the void sky twinkling. Not just in the sky but also in her eyes, her hopes & her dreams. It never made a bright night to her But made a lonely-less night for her sleep. The very next night, the moon soon came back & repeated what it had to. She then realised, It's not that one big bright moon But those clustered little stars Which actually meant to be with her, Forever.