He was doing so much more than tugging at her heartstrings; he was strumming her heartstrings, because her heart was playing music. The combination of the beat of her heart and the strum of her heartstrings formed a sad and lovely sound. A lilting, melodious, mellifluous sound. The sound of all of her concealed feelings that hid in the shadows along with her. The sound of her loneliness slowly dispersing. The sound of her hope and confusion and puzzlement and pessimism merging, because she only knew one thing, and that was how deeply she cared for him.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
