'I will fall in love someday,' this is what I promised to myself as I watch the night sky tonight. I'm camping out to see the meteor shower- the peak would be in an hour from now and would last for 5 hours. It's cold outside so I'm holding a cup of coffee in both of my hands, taking a sip from time to time. This scene is so familiar; me; stargazing alone, with a cup of coffee. I tell you, it's so much better to stargaze with someone whom you can have a good conversation with. It's a good thing to have someone to talk your ideas to while you both watch those bright and sparkling dots and wait for a meteor to show up. 'A conversation over a cup of coffee while watching the shooting star under the night sky.' I realized that it would be better to have someone by my side by now. Apparently, I don't. Nonetheless, I hope that you are.
I've invited people to watch the meteor shower tonight, but honestly, I did that so you could somehow know about the event and take an interest about it. Watching the same sky. Feeling the same thing- the excitement over a shooting star. I just couldn't tell you personally because I'm not the type to, and I don't think I have the right to just message someone who's probably not interested with my stuffs at all. And I just can't start a conversation unless I need something or I have a reason to. My stuffs are not of a good excuse, I guess. And I don't think you would be interested with them in the first place. Been wanting to talk to you about just everything and anything but apparently you make me feel like I'm not allowed to. You just seem so busy with your own world and-
Stark. 'Wow!!!' I just saw my first meteor for this night. '!!!' and '!!!' My hands immediately went up to my face. I can feel myself blushing. (What?) The sight of a shooting star makes me feel so good and makes my heart feel so warm. I'm almost into tears, feeling this '!!!'- excitement over the first shooting star. It lasted for about 3 seconds- the shooting star,- and it just flashed across the sky. And that 3 seconds would happen again to my memories. That was the best and the longest time a shooting star showed up to me, letting me track its brief course.
The first shooting star is undeniably the best as it helps you go on through the night to wait and hope that another star would prove itself to be better than the first.
The first shooting star was you. That was you.
I get that feeling '!!!' only from you. The excitement and hope. I can't quite explain. Unfortunately, I'll be going through the night. Because I have decided that your part and time on my life has already ended. No. You were actually the one who decided that you'll just stay for a span of 3 seconds, too short, but making me feel different. You decided on that. And here I am now, stuck. I'll continue to wait. Wait for another shooting star to show up. Wait for another one, better than you and one that would prove me the real deal. I'll wait until the night has ended. I'll wait until the next time. I'll wait for the following nights. Because there should be more. I know there are more meteors. I know. You're possibly the first but you will never be the last. I know. That's why I promised that I would wait. Yes. I will fall in love. Someday.