shooting stars.

some people consider themselves lucky, when they stumble upon a four leaf clover.

sometimes, people consider it when they find a penny - turned heads side up, when they happen to witness the rainbow after a pouring rainstorm, or when their precious dreamcatcher takes all their terrible nightmares away, leaving nothing but lemon-dropped and honeysuckle dreams.

but, i contemplate that the mere astounding sight of a shooting star in the dead chill of the night would be a blessing in its own right. and, quite frankly, i always make wishes on shooting stars that shine illuminously across the phosphorescent milky way of magical wonders.

and maybe, just maybe, you are my shooting star. because after all honey, you lighten up my world with those irises that sparkle like diamonds, and with that brighten-up-everyone-in-the-whole-room type of smile to match perfectly.

oh, and how i'm so selfish for when it comes to wishing. i don't wish for world peace, fancy cars, money, a cure for cancer, and justice for anyone who's been done wrong very often. i only find myself mostly wishing for, one thing: _you

i wish for those lean, strong, and calloused hands to coil up like a rattle snake, slithering around my waist as you lift me into the air; spinning around in circles. while we both giggle in a fit of bubbly laughter. i wish for your lips to glide across my own, and i long to feel a slight upturn of your mouth, because you just might happen to love smiling in the middle of our bittersweet kisses.

i wish for a recorder; to play your heartbeat randomly like a broken record for me. so, that way, i could finally use all the little needles stuck in my pincushion: to patch up the stitches on your torn heart. i wish for you to call me up at 3 am just to whisper, 'i love you.' i wish to not fall in love with you, because that'll hurt and i already have enough bruises. i rather just walk down the right path with you into love, because it isn't painful. i wish for you to try and count the stars, for every time you cross my mind. because darling? you'd then have the whole galaxy in the palm of your hands.

i wish for the wide expansion of the milky way, and the connecting dots of the constellations. i wish for the chance to dance with you among the planets and witness the bottomless pit of an abyss. and, i wish for a rocket, so we could fly to the moon. after all, even if we miss it, we'll wind up landing among the stars. ♥