They were good friends when they were young…they’d lie together under the stars…he’d search for constellations…she loved Jupiter and Mars.
The two of them were so young all they had to do it seemed…was to laugh and play and sit together under the stars…and dream.
And oh the dreams they dreamed…of things they’d do and the places they would go…never realizing at such an innocent age…there was much they did not know.
They didn’t know on those evenings looking up at the stars from her backyard that life would not always be that easy…or would hit her quite so hard.
As she grew up her life became one of sadness, of sorrow, of uncertainty and doubt.
He saw her sinking into a quicksand of depression…but he could not pull her out.
She left him a note the day she killed herself with instructions to read it…under either Jupiter or Mars…It read: I’m sorry to be leaving you but there’s just too much darkness between the stars.
He rereads her note often…on nights sitting under a starlit sky
and even after all these years…he still can’t help but wonder why…
Why he couldn’t help her find a way through her sadness…over the terror of her starkness…a way to help her see the stars…instead of all the darkness.
As he looks up at the stars today he tells her, “I’m still missing you…and I am sad for all the dreams we made that never will come true.”
“And I have to tell you something when we were young we couldn’t possibly have known…
It’s not as much fun dreaming…when you have to dream alone.”
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