That Night

Posted: July 22, 2010 in RÅnÐΦm Th☺üght§


That night, the sky had very few stars.
I was saddened. I wished there were more.
Cause even in the vagueness of wishes and shooting stars,
I would have taken my chance  of wishing for Her.

Later did I realize, I needed no shooting star at all
Cause right before every rain and cloud,
She gracefully allowed herself to fall.

That night was a fateful night.
She stayed. She chose to stay.
Her heart did, she said.

That night, I realized She’s the shooting star I’ve been wishing for.




  1. hana banana says:

    this is moooore than sweet. ♥

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