We were both typical to our star signs . he didn't really believe in the concept of magic , fairy tales, coincidence or even luck . It was clear why he couldn't believe . it is because a miracle does not recognize its significance until its told .
I was a firm believer of all of the above , not in literal forms though . I believe magic , because love is a form of it . I believe in fairytales , because of the message of hope conveyed through them . I also believe in coincidence and luck , because the best things in life come when you don't look for them .
One thing we both had grounds for was fate . fate has its ways to display the messiness of things in the universe yet their order . Fate announces the beauty in a possibility that might have never happened if we didn't make certain choices .
Serendipity is one form
and our stars aligned because of it.
we spent the whole night on the phone , naming the stars in the sky . As he described to me the stars from his balcony view , one star caught my eyes from my window view , a blue star .
"Can you see the blue one ?", I interrupted .
"Oh , yea , kind of reminds me of us" .
I sensed a little tenderness in his voice when he said "us" and I was afraid of what came next but i asked anyway ,
and with a nervous chuckle i spat ."How so ?"
"the brightest blue stars , are the ones farthest from earth . the closer it gets to earth , the brighter it shines but the hotter it burns . as much as the earth wants to get closer , proportions of distance must not be exceeded , cause if so , earth would be swallowed into the star , becoming a part of it ." .
"i don' get it" i claimed . i knew what he meant , but i wish i didn't.
but why did he speak about earth becoming a part of the star as a bad thing ? was earth afraid of the heat ? or was it afraid of the light? why does it keep its distance even if it wants more ? maybe its just afraid of leaving behind the space it once occupied , maybe it is worried about moving and never being able to go back to what it was , it fears change .... but little does he know , stars don't settle for less , they gravitate every atom in the universe towards them , unintentionally , that is just what they are .
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182 Days Of Beautiful Disasters
Short Story'Love will always be a game' A wolf in sheep's clothing , for help he cries . A girl with a glass heart, couldn't see his lies . Wolves pry , its in their eyes and she cant save herself , no matter how much she tries PS: all illustrations , includi...
