Magic

as we lay there, in the deathly quiet i felt my anger at him slowly
filter away. sure he'd been a handful at the party and i had been
desperate to the point of fighting back tears, but when we lay there
gazing up at the beautiful night sky none of that seemed to matter.
twinkling stars danced in front of my eyes, filling me with wonder and
an unspeakable joy. i felt his heartbeat underneath my head, rythmic
and strong. i lay on the soft tarmac and at that moment i would wish to
be in no other place. any slight imperfection with the night was washed
away with the gentle breeze and the smile on my face was impossible to
move.
i had always been obsessed with the stars, their mysteriousness amazed
me and the wonder that surrounded them drew me to gaze at them long and
hard, whenever there was a chance. they were bright and beautiful and
were filled with a power, a magnetic, overwhelming power that left
everyone in awe and could work miracles. the stars had the power to
heal, to make people happy, and most of all, they had the power to help
people fall in love. with the years of their watching over people, they
had learned to understand men and women in a way that no-one else does,
and in this way they had also learned to improve the processes of life
and help them along.
perhaps that night they looked down on us, and saw my anger that was
well controlled and hidden, but i couldnt hide it from the stars. they
penetrated the anger, and broke it down into small particles that were
digested again and again until they disappeared. in place of this, they
left a fizzing happiness and uncontrolled joy that left me happy and
content.
at least i think it was the power of the stars, or it could be the
person i was with, for throughout all of this he had more power over my
happiness that i myself did. maybe deep down he did understand how
scared i had been, scared that he would hurt himself and i would be
powerless to help. my "anger" was in fact this fear, and these emotions
were overtaking and overwhelming and although i thought i had disguised
it well, maybe his body had understood what i did, so as i lay with my
head on his chest, his concern and feelings for me flowed through his
body into mine, perhaps without him even realising a thing, realising
how happy i was becoming. but it was a beautiful thing that
happenned.
im not totally sure what did happen that night, or what it was that
successfully turned my mood round 180 degrees, but something deep did
happen and something changed within me. at this moment i am not sure
what it was that happenned and what changed, but i know all will become
clear. i am thankful for the happinness and strengh i experienced that
night.
now my eyes are feeling sore, and my eyelids are beginning to get
heavy. sleep is wanting to wash over me but i want to stay awake
tonight, it feels such a shame to miss the remainder of this evening. i
could write, reliving these feelings i had over and over but now a
thought has come to me, for if i sleep i can relive the evening in my
dreams, and after all...dreams are based on magic.