Hi,
Below is an excerpt on something I’ve been working on. It is very personal- more than a poem or an essay because when you write a story, the characters are more real and more beloved to you than most people around you. But also because I’ve never shared any piece from this story ever before.
I would love your thoughts on this though, scary as that might be
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He helped her up the tree, made sure she was on strong footing before backing down and away.
But instead of going in, to grab them a drink, he stood a minute longer standing there beneath her, watching her watch the stars.
And he wondered if she saw herself like he saw her.
As bright, enchanting and mysterious as the twinkling lights blinking on the blank canvas above them.
And just as alluring, just as mystical.
Just as unapproachable.
She had the same air too, an air that seemed to suggest that-in spite of the impossible odds-if you tried hard enough you might be able to reach for one, might be able to make one yours
Yet even as the stars shimmered with laughter at his thoughts he realised that that wasn’t true.
She wasn’t in his reach and she had never even seemed to be.
She was more distant right then to him than even the stars behind her.
And yet, he still wanted to try. Still wanted her to be his.
Looking up at his one dream, his one wish, just as she seemed to be looking at hers in the patterns of the galaxies above them-he wondered for a second what life without her would be like.
But even as he did, she looked down at him and, catching his eye, giving him that look that said “I know what goes on in that mind of yours”, she smiled. And somewhere between the intensity of that gaze and the lightness of that smile, he found himself a lost man, again.
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