And then, after years of silence, I was finally able to see you again.
The news had it that some falling stars will be visible tonight, and this old bench outside your house seemed to be the best place to witness such a grand occurrence in the sky.
“You're here,” I said as we sat down.
“Yeah, just a brief visit. The past months had been so cruel to me, and I thought I needed to come home to feel better.” You replied.
“Well, the town missed you,” I said.
You looked at me and smiled. And that was enough for me to realize what I've truly missed for years when you were not here.
“Anyway, are your wishes set for tonight?” I asked before I'll lose myself in your eyes.
“Hmm, maybe. I don't know. Those falling stars show up in no certain time and when they do, you just wish of whatever that comes up in your mind at that moment.“
“How about you?” You asked as you look up as if you were searching for something above.
I paused for a while and while we were both gazing at the sky, I answered…
“Most of my wishes were already granted, but there's this one I still ask from the stars. The same wish for the past few years. You know, some wishes never really change. And some hopes are never meant to die.”
“That's tough. But what if it was never really meant for you?” You asked as you redirected your attention to me.
I tried to make faces, as I didn't want you to notice how hard that question had hit me. It's like getting that sudden shock right on your nerves. And then I stared blankly at the sky and remembered how everything is still the same for me even when you changed completely. I was reminded of how I still hold my hopes high even after all the tries. I was reminded of that wish I keep on asking from the universe --- you. It has always been you. I still wish for you on every falling star I see. But maybe some falling stars were not meant for us to wish upon. Perhaps some of them carried that wish as they crash down. And those hopes that go along with them are nothing more than debris now that had been scattered as they exploded on the ground.
Or perhaps you were right all along. That some wishes were never granted because they weren't really meant for us.
For a moment, there was a screaming silence between us, and before I could finally speak again, some astonishing bright objects appeared from the heavens.
“They're here.” You whispered.
My eyes favored the scene from above for a while, but my peripheral vision saw that your eyes were now closed, as if you were praying deeply. I don't know why, but that made me want to just stare at you instead. And then in my head, I said…
“Maybe you were right. That no matter how I keep wishing for the things my heart wants, if they are never meant for me, the stars can't grant me those. And if this is the best we could ever get, then I don't care what I'd miss tonight. I only care about what I'll miss tomorrow and for the next years to come. I don't mind missing the chance to witness those objects in the sky if it means staring at you like this. I don't mind missing the chance to wish upon the falling stars tonight. Because as much as I believe my wish can't be granted anymore, I know that it was at least heard. And tonight was the answer. So, I'll just stare at you until you'll open your eyes. I'll stare at you until you've finally said all your wishes to the skies. And then finally, thereafter, I'll look up again and say my final wish to that last falling star I could still see: to make your wishes come true, even if they'll never include me.”
