And what if one day, the way I cover my eyes with my hair is no longer a cute quality to you, but instead you force it behind my ear. And what if you start to hate the way I call you in the middle of the night when I have a bad dream? And what if you can no longer stand the sound of me screaming my favorite songs, off-key as we drive to dinner? What if you hate the way I pile my clean clothes on my floor, instead of putting them away? What if you start to despise the way I hum when I’m reading a really good book? What if you look at me and don’t remember the girl you fell in love with? What if we change? What if you can’t remember everything that brought us here? And what if I am no longer the prettiest girl in the entire world to you? And what if I stop being your stars, will you stop being my moon? It hurts to know that one day everything can just shut off, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. Please, please, don’t shut me off.