A wish on the stars

Every night, he would look up to the sky, wondering if somewhere she was looking up to the same stars too. He would think about her face, about how the moonlight would illuminate her beautiful features, falling on her gorgeous hair, flowing through it like wind. He would think about her eyes, how they would twinkle with delight, like the stars above. He would think about her lips, the way they would curve upwards, as if nothing could bring them down, bring her down. He wished nothing ever would. He would wonder if she thought of him too, every night, every day, every moment, like he did. He would wonder if she made the same wish upon the stars as him, to be together. And with a heavy heart and a soft smile, he would wish for the moon and the stars and the wind and the night to convey his love to her, in a distant land where men did not walk. And he would wish she had stayed, would wish she had lived.

~ankit~