For the past days, I have a repeated prayer. You know the feeling of anticipation? That something wonderful is about to come? Is it hope? Or the universe really knows how to conspire?
When I was a kid and the moon's bright, I love going out of the house and just watched the peaceful sky. They say that when you see a falling star and make a wish, it will be granted. I'm a type of person who would believe in what I see, but on the discreet side, I'm also a hopeless romantic. I'm a sucker of romance and happy endings. I believe in fairy tales and prince charmings. I even believe that shooting stars have extended ears for wishes. In my journey of love so far, I never missed out to say my wishes on shooting stars. Some of them are for the people that I love. Some are for the highest good. Rarely I wished for my personal profit. But then as I said, I recently felt the "anticipation" of something wonderful. One night as I lay my tired body in bed, I looked up to the ceiling of our room. The dimmed light added a feeling of nostalgia. I don't know how to start my prayer. The feeling is intense. Tears are already starting to fill the edges of my eyes. And it fell before I knew it. I know I wasn't able to utter words but I already said the prayer. And it was genuine, it was real. On the night that followed, we had a picnic under the blanket of clear sky at the rooftop. On a windy evening, I saw the shooting star painting the sky gracefully. I said my silent wish, this time for myself. As it speedily culminated to nowhere, hope shines my heart... As it always does.
An excerpt from my note entitled "Solitary Star"..
....I'll be a solitary star for the meantime. I know someone out there is seeing the light coming from my a not-so-starry-starry-world. I know you are in search for me and be glad to know that I am patiently waiting..for the right time will come we'll together build our own starry starry world=).....
Sweet November!=)
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