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STORY #74  -  Anonymous NSW

I loved him for the whole Summer months. He brought me out of deep sadness.  I thought he was perfect. I knew he was perfect in every way. I also knew that he lived on the other side of the world and that it wouldn’t have worked. I knew I wasn’t mature enough to work through the subtle differences though I was from the same heritage. He was lovely but I had to let him go. I have fond memories of him but no regrets. 

STORY #2  -  A Hayes  NSW 

I find myself taking a moment, dad passed away recently and there never seems time to simply sit and be with this. But on this starry night I’m looking up at the blanket of stars with the fire nearby thinking of him. Talking to him. It’s quiet, just the crackling of the fire and the silence of the immense sky. It’s been four weeks since his heart decided it was too tired to keep going. He died quietly in his sleep. Peacefully. Like this evening. He loved wood fires. I miss you Papa. 

STORY #12  -  M Green  UK 

The night was cool, but not to the point of discomfort. A comfortable cool. Her body lay still like the air that surrounded her. She noticed her breath, slow and conscious - finding a quiet satisfaction in the rise and fall of her belly as she inhaled and exhaled. The day was done. Now, she was alone with the night, alone with her thoughts. She felt neither elated or deflated. Do they call that content? She pondered. 

STORY #16  -  @thequeenoft 

In the quiet of the night, I sit alone and talk to you among the stars, waiting for your reply. Loved always, lost forever. 

STORY #59  -  Nutan Sharma USA 

Let my soul float in the ocean of stars.

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