Captive
The king kept writing the deity and then sent it into the sky every year on the same day. No reply came. It made him sad yet he still kept doing it until the year he died.
This becomes their only way to communicate and keep their love alive for generations to recall.
After the king died people of this town kept up with the tradition. Slowly it became a popular festival for new couples and loved ones. People from all over came to celebrate these days and this also gave townies business.
To say I was moved by that story might be an understatement. As if I could almost feel what that king might have been feeling when he kept writing a letter to the goddess but got no reply.
How much in pain he would be when he took his last breath alone? It might have broken his heart to continue writing when he knew he would get no reply from the other side.