Seriously,the fault is in our stars. If her and I's stars weren't so crossed, tangled into a myriad of different constellations, then my stars wouldn't have a problem living without the rest of the constellation. But our damn stars crossed themselves. And now my tears are made of stardust as I cry, wishing upon the moon that the distance would delete itself and I can find the missing stars to the constellations.
- (m.m)

For Haley and John Green.