Much as I do remember about my quiet and peaceful moments watching the stars glisten and flicker across the velvet curtains of the night, I have never been able to recall what happened after the night's gazing. All I know is that every morning I would wake up underneath my goose down comforter, listening to a soft whisper of love melodies that I adore so much. The moments that I spent gazing into the night seemed as if it happened in a blink of an eye - like a dream almost. So, I have always made out those tranquil moments as dreams of hope to finding true and everlasting love. For I was desperate to find love, and to feel loved.