Have you ever saw a shooting star?
Because I saw one that night.
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Him: "Come on let's wish before a minute will pass!"
I put my hands together and prayed.
Me: "I pray that I'll have the courage to actually say what I really feel."
I whispered.
Him: "Courage for what?"
I stuttered, I did actually thought that was the perfect moment to confess to you.
So I let a moment pass.
Me: "I... I-"
Your phone rings and I'm forever dumbfounded of how I wasted that chance.
Him: "Louise? Yes.... Really? Oh f---- Nora guess what, Louise said yes!!!!!!"
I was indeed dumbfounded and forever lost the chance I have with you.
Me: "Horaay.. Ha..Ha..Ha."
I tried to genuinely be happy. Louise was my friend too.
Him: "I knew it, I knew that shooting star won't fail me!"
He was my wish, but I was not his.
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Have you ever believed the powers of a shooting star?
Yes, indeed it was shooting.
It was shooting my heart.
And I can't even stop it.
You know what, I hate shooting stars.