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And that is precisely the point.

Hasta que no queden más estrellas que contar. Hasta Que No Queden Mas Estrellas Que Contar

Unlike the English “forever”—which can feel abstract, even hollow—the image of counting stars gives forever a texture. It gives it a task. It transforms eternity from a passive concept into an active, impossible labor. And that labor is love itself. Too often, we treat love as a noun—something we have, or fall into, or lose. But this phrase treats love as a verb. An endless one. And that is precisely the point

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 gives it a task

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.