Until there are no more stars left to count.
Because that is the secret.
This is not a line from a blockbuster romance. It is not a corporate Valentine’s slogan. It is something far older and far rarer. It is a promise made under the only light that has remained constant since the beginning of time: the light of stars. Consider, for a moment, the impossibility of the task. Hasta Que No Queden Mas Estrellas Que Contar
May you find someone who does not just love you when you shine, but who stays through every galactic season—through supernovas and black holes, through meteor showers and long, silent orbits. Until there are no more stars left to count
This is radical. In an age of disposability, promising star-level permanence is an act of rebellion. So here is a new kind of prayer for those brave enough to whisper this into someone’s ear: It is not a corporate Valentine’s slogan
Maybe love is like that, too.