One of the things I love about being home is the stars. You can't see those in the city like you can out here. Every little pinprick of light out there has probably been wished on by millions of people. There is something special about sharing a wish on a star. Who knows who else may be wishing for something right that moment on that same star. I think that every wish comes true somehow. It just may not always go exactly like we think.
For the longest time, I wished for Chris to come back. And he did, just not as my boyfriend like I had hoped. Then I wished that he would love me again. And he did, just sexually and not emotionally. Then I wished for him to be my friend. And he is. Now, I wish for nothing to do with him. And he does, nothing to do with me. Except for rare moments when a shooting star goes by and forgets all the old wishes and flashes light into our lives and we connect as friends like nothing ever happened. These moments are when, I believe, he texts me for no reason. I guess he's making his own wishes on his end.
Now what do I wish for? I wish for school to go well and for good grades. I wish for friends that won't hurt me. I wish for an apartment that will be perfect for me. I wish for a job to pay for life. I wish for a relationship that won't scare me. I wish I wasn't scared in general. I wish for a lot of things. But, my most important wish, that everything that happens in my life makes me a better person.
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