My blog, I realised, has been collecting dust over the past two months thanks to revision, school events and Creative Writing work. However, I have 3 of my 5 exams done, most school events (bar the upcoming prom) are finished and, quite frankly, I've hit a block in Creative Writing. So, I decided to update this; I've been writing, sporadically, a series of drabbles- inspired by David Levithan's The Lover's Dictionary- from a nameless character to another character- his girlfriend. This one ('Stars') is probably not the best written, but is, my personal favourite.
You loved the stars, were fascinated by them. Always had and always will. We were sat on a park bench for our third date, eating Chinese. It wasn’t a particularly ‘flash‘ date, but we were happy and content that way.
“They’re beautiful,” you murmured, looking past me and into the sky.
I bit down a clichéd answer and looked up with you, “What?”
“The stars,” you smiled, “Their white silver beauty-- Was it spite? Was it duty?”
“Where’s that from?” I asked, not quite used to your habit of poetry quoting.
“Katherine Mansfield’s ‘Stars’,” you smiled wider, “Not the most original title or poem to quote…”
“It was lovely.” We paused, just looking before I asked, “What do you love so much about them?”
You seemed surprised, like no one had asked you before, but you replied without hesitation. You had known the answer for some time, “They make me feel like part of something; something big and wonderful. A universe that isn’t all made up of wars and crime.”
I squeezed your hand tightly, neglecting to mention that up to this point, I’d always been irritated by stars; because they made me feel small. But thanks to you, I felt part of something too.
