Starry, starry night.  The serenity in the black starry night reminded me of something that I had been hiding in the abyss of my heart. Perhaps I was too scared to empower that piece of memory to be oxidised if I took it out from my memory. I would just scrutinise the sky, and the grin on my face would resurface, the outline of his face would appear again. He would be there, like the star that blazed the brightest.