Every night I look up at the stars so dull and tiny as they hide from the glare of the city. And it's like I take a snapshot of the ever darkening sky and file it away in some secret place where someday I'll make a flip-book in my head of all the nights I sat alone in my celestial tribute to you. And maybe the blurring of the stars as they whorl and dance around inside my skull will be so magnificently bewildering that I'll finally forget that I did it all for you.