Magick & Stars

“A sky full of stars and he was staring at her.”(1) It was as though the world was not one but every color painted into the perfect pitch black with the moonlight of a thousand stars and counting could blink on and off any second.

What he saw in her was more than stars. He saw magick in her hair; a gypsy in her soul and a fierce queen in her heart, but a kind and gentle soul in his mind. He was a constant lover.

“All she wanted was for someone to look at her and see the person she hid so well.”(2) She was looking up at the stars and he fell in love with her and as he looked she looked at him and cupped his face in her hands and told him, “It’s a lonely thing, protecting a breakable heart.”(3)

He looked at her and said “For that, I am prepared, for you are my greatest adventure.” He looked at her softly, “When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.”(4)

She smiled back. “But why did you love me so much and for so long a time?”

He simply replied “There is nothing more awful in this crumbling, romantic world than losing something you love and knowing it will never make its way back again.”(5)

“And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully; jealous of the way she shone.”(6) For he was a God; beautiful and lovingly tender.

Atticus (1-3), (6)

Shakespeare (4)

Christopher Poindexter (5)