He was lying on the grass his arms under the head when the star appeared on the night umbrella. Oh, people, be jealous. They found each other and their love was as pure and bright as the moonlight. From that moment on he couldn’t fall asleep until the star wished him good night. And the star refused to shine if he was not looking at. When the boy turned eighteen they got married. The whole universe was the witness of their love. There under the sky he made his wedding vow. He repeated it again and again. On good days the vow was his gratitude, on bad days he whispered it as a pray:
«My star, I take you to be my wife. I promise to choose you for all of my todays and tomorrows. I promise to be your satellite on the Milky Way. I promise never let you fall. From now and ever».
For twenty years he was keeping his promise. Every time he saw a woman he thought, how beautiful was his star. Every time he raised head he wished it was night. However, day after day his love was growing colder. Though the star was always silent. Sometimes when it was dark he stood on his knees begging the star for a word. But each time he heard nothing in the answer.
He started to skip their dates...firstly once a week, then twice a week and finally stopped coming at all. He was blaming the star. But didn’t he know who he fell in love with?
Years passed and the boy got old. He wasn’t already that kid with arms under the head. Time never feels pity. He was tired old man.
That night he went out to lay on the grass. There he was staring in the sky and think why he have not been laying for years. The memory slipped through his fingers, leaving only strange words.
That night he died humming his wedding vow. And you could believe me or not one of the stars fell from heaven.
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