First Contact

So, in the previous post, the girl wasn't supposed to even dare contact the boy.

Well, the girl contacted the boy.  More specifically, left a voicemail on his cellphone.
That night, the boy called to leave a voicemail on her cellphone.
Then, the girl called to leave a voicemail on his cellhphone.
Tonight, the boy called to leave a voicemail...

There's a pattern here.  ...

Well, life as I know it is no longer~
Colors seemed to have faded.  Joy seems to recede when just within reach.
I look up into the night sky and am thankful that I see a lone star, shining with all its might.
Even that pinprick of a light casts away the dark, just enough for its light to reach my eyes, from so far away.

That is why it is important to remember what we are thankful for.  This is our light in the darkness.  Otherwise, the dark will devour.  I can feel the dark and feel its dread.  Somehow, it is no longer an absence of light.  It is now a nothingness that can be oppressive.  How do I explain that?  It is a nothingness that obliterates.

As in the Neverending Story, the Nothing comes to destroy.  It devours everything in its path.  What is the hope?  The hope is that faint glimmer of light within the Princess's hands.  That spark is all it takes for hope to thrive.

So, to be thankful is to hold that spark of hope in your hands.  That's just the beginning, and its enough to know it is not the end.