The Tale of the Little Star

Once upon a time there was a king in the distant kingdom of Dreamview. He had a proud bearing, warm blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. He loved music and rain. He was also a romantic. For many years, he looked up at the night sky and admired the bright little star.
The little star couldn't talk, but she was a wonderful listener, and the king told her about everything that happened in his life, which pleased and saddened, shared with her plans for the future. A little star dreamed of descending from the sky, sitting on one of the prongs of his crown and shining, lighting the way for the king. Her heart was light and joyful. She composed poems and wrote them down with her starlight in the dark sky. She had no doubt that the love of her life had come to her. The little star basked in this love and was infinitely happy.
One day, the king went on a campaign and did not return. The little star was sad and passionately waiting for him. She waited for the king on the day of their first meeting, on his birthday, on her birthday, on Thanksgiving, on Christmas and on Easter.
The star stopped writing poetry and stopped hoping. Her heart broke.
Several years passed in a state of bright but sad glow, which gave the star a special charm. A small star has left its abode over the Southern Hemisphere and moved North. Slowly, she was able to collect the fragments of her broken heart that had scattered across the sky and glued them together with the juice of the Milky Way.
 "I have to move on and do what I do best: listen to people's secret thoughts and cherished desires, inspire them with the starlight to do wonderful things and illuminate them with love," the little star whispered to herself.
So people continue to look at the starry sky from Earth, dream, love and ask for fulfillment of desires. And everyone chooses for themselves exactly that special star that shines only on them.