All she ever wanted was to have that first kiss. As cliched and cheesy as it sounded, she wanted to find out if one's leg really raised backwards involuntarily with a touch of those lips. The first kiss did come, only when she had forgotten about it.
Then, it was that job she wanted. Always wanted to touch the sky and bring a piece of the universe back with her. She wanted to run that stable so bad. But, it was no time to live your dreams when she had to work to stay afloat. Being a receptionist payed. And pay was what she could take home not stardust.
And after that, him. Giving him up was probably the most difficult thing yet, or so she thought. She had to, for him. He was all that she ever wanted in a man. Ah! When would she ever learn to give up dreaming? Maybe not in this lifetime. She still envisioned him in her room asking her to think about them again. She refused.
The stars. They were never that far away. She now hoped and dreamed each night of fighting the disease. She wanted to face the world without a wig on her head. The only dream that she hoped to realise. She may not have had the first kiss, or the job or even him. She still had the ability to dream and the hope to sustain her.