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A Wish Upon A Shooting Star
Lucky me, it was date night! Like usual, it was my turn to choose what we were going to do and where we were going to go.
It was a gorgeous, clear summer night, so I picked my favorite thing to do, stargazing! I told my husband, and I knew he was going to be just as excited as me. I drove us to one of the many fields we own. But this field was different, it was full of memories. This was the place we fell in love the first night we watched the stars.
I laid out a blanket and sat down. I felt the warmth and love of my husband surrounding me. The sun was just starting to set, making the sky a beautiful hue of vibrant oranges, soft purple, and majestic pinks. As the colors faded away, the stars began to poke through the darkness. This was a place of peace and happiness. This field will always be a place that rejuvenates our love.
We laid there for hours, looking up at the twinkling stars. His heart was wrapped around mine, and our souls were intertwined through my fingertips. At first, it was just a single tear that ran down my cheek. Soon it started to turn into two, then three, four, five, and six until they started steadily flowing down the sides of my face. They dripped off me, one by one, leaving a small puddle on the blanket underneath me. I could not decipher if they were tears of joy or sorrow. Quite possibly, they could be both.
After I had enough of the stars for the night, I began to pack up our things back into the vehicle. As I always do, I looked up at the stars one last time before getting in the car. However, tonight when I looked up, I saw a shooting star and made a wish.
“I wish for one more night with my husband,” I said.
I knew it was too good to be true, he was gone for forever. Nothing I could do would bring him back to life. All I had now was his presence around me. Some would describe him as a ghost. Not me though, I knew he was an angel. I love this field. His love and affection will always gently kiss me here. His warmth inside my body would give me a hug. His soul intertwined with mine to hold my hand. Even though my husband has passed, he will always be with me.
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