I love finding old stories "The heart that got lost"

This is not a story about a princess that got locked in a tower. Nor is it a story about a mean, old hag who drinks a potion. Or a magical sword stuck in a stone. No, this is the story of a pure, young heart that fell down and decided to stay.




In a sad little place, where sun never shines, where flowers never bloom and the wind was always cold. And whenever you might pray or wish or hope all you got in return were sad, teary eyes, a young, brave heart longed to roam.





You see, this young heart was different than most. It was sad and naïve and broken more times than you could count on your fingers a toes. It wondered if perhaps, if it waited long enough, someone might take it in and treat it as their own. With tenderness and respect. But, most importantly, love it. It wanted to be loved more than anything in its wildest dreams. This heart was undeniably lonely.





One day the heart could not take it. This feeling of hopelessness had gone on too long. And with that, it fled the sad little place in search of something so much more. Love.



It climbed mountains and treaded through marshy land. Over the steepest hills, and descending the steepest slopes. It lasted through thunder and rain and flew threw clouds with no consideration for the rules. And only ever stopping for one thing. The stars.



Every night the heart would lie beneath them and watch as they lit the darkened canvas that was the sky until it became so tired that it collapsed into the deepest of slumbers.



One morning the heart awoke from it’s star lit slumber to find itself in the most unexplainable position. The heart had wound up far out at sea, afloat without a sign of help for miles on end.


“Help! Someone, please rescue me! I have become lost in the sea!” it pleaded quite loudly.


For days the heart swam through the sea, searching for help. But, alas it found none.

The days grew longer it felt to the heart as it began to realise that its hopelessness was a much larger reality than expected. It floated in the sea and wept sweet tears and said

“Why oh why has love forsaken me so. All I have ever asked from life is to be cared for as someone’s own. But, it seems even that is too much to ask from the heavens and hell.”

Above in the night sky a sweet young star stared down at the sea and watched over it’s creatures. As it stared down it heard the faintest sound of a sobbing heart. It searched and shouted down from the sky

“Who is it that cries in my sea so sweet?”

“It is me,” replied the heart “the broken heart who cries in your sea. I’m very sorry bright star, but I have searched so hard for love and it seems as though I am hopeless. Leave me be to wither away. I wish not return to shore and continue my lonely life.”

The star began to smile. It reached down and lifted the heart into its arms and said ever so softly

“Silly heart, you can never find love if you go searching. Love is a feeling that must find you.”

The heart looked up at the star and replied

“But, it feels as if it may never find me. Perhaps it has given up on me.” As it began to cry again

The star wiped the tears from the heart and kissed it on the cheek.


“I disagree. I believe love has found you a home after all” It whispered with a smile.

The heart looked down upon the sea and realised that even though it had been lifted up into caring arms, it had really fallen for the star.

“Star,” said the heart “do you love me?”

“Heart, I have fallen hopelessly and helplessly in love with you. And if that’s the case I dare not seek help nor hope.” The star replied with a smile as wide as the sea it watched over.

From that night onward, the star and the heart lived high in the sky and watched over the sea in perfect peace and ever lasting love.

And it turns out to be the heart that got lost
found more than it could ever have hoped for.