glitter accident in the sky
June 1, 2006A shooting star. It’s not a sight you get to see everyday, especially when you live the citylife. I got to see one when I went to the docks with two of my friends during our last night in the beach. Even if it flew across the star-scattered sky for just a split second, I saw it, but I didn’t feel happy; I guess, I felt alone.
My two friends were there with me, but I kept my distance from them (they were too sweet to disturb aghem). And I would hear them giggle and whisper about the star that went and passed. That made me feel more alone, or at least I just wanted someone, frankly, a man beside me. I wanted to see a face, a smiling face beside me, instead of the couple near me. I wanted to feel the warmth of a man’s touch and presence, instead of the cold breeze that blew and chilled me. I wanted to hear a man’s voice of comfort, instead of the waves of the sea crashing on the rocks. I wanted to smell the aroma of him, instead of the salty stench of the water. I wanted a love that, if it loved me, i’d learn to love myself. And all I did there was wish and want, and those were nothing but words. How many times have I wished and yet never came true?
That shooting star, that rare sight for a girl like me who lives in the city, that just wasn’t for me. It wasn’t meant for me to enjoy, it wasn’t for me to wish upon, it wasn’t me who prayed for it. So I just prayed for my own. One that would come at the right moment when I’d be with someone special. Whenever that is, I’ll wait. No matter how rare these moments are, I’ll wait.
–by bebe.
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