My Single Star

I'm cold. Its a crisp fall night tonight. There is a quiet movement of the air, just strong enough to ruffle my hair, give me goose-bumps. But the breeze is not strong enough to move the leaves.
I love the rich colors of fall. The orange of all the pumpkins at the market, burnt umber of the bald trees, burgundy of the crunchy leaves on the ground. The vivid colors are all intensified by the deep charcoal sky.
Its a cloudless night, the reason why its so bitterly cold. I am willing to forgo the brisk air in order to temporarily clear my head-- to feel the absolute silence deep down into my soul, silence so overwhelming that I sometimes find it hard to breathe. It envelops you, wraps around you and just for a second makes everything perfect. In this second, I do not feel cold.
I look up to see the stars. I've always been a star-gazer. Much to my surprise, I only see one. One single shining star. I immediately think of you, darling. I don't know why. I contemplate why, on a perfectly clear night with minimal light pollution, there would be only one star shining. Normally, there are hundreds filling the sky from corner to corner. Perhaps its me, not focusing on anything but this star.
I'm thinking of you. I want you. I have a strong desire to hug you, hold you. You are my shining star. There is something special about you, and I don't understand it. But I love you.