It was close to 4am, and the most astounding, incredibly mystical and unforeseeably magical light had fallen from this deep blue, serene of a sky. My first sight of a shooting star, from its very initial burst of energy to the glowing green hinge of ashes that trailed behind. It was beautiful. And it was you. You, who I thought of at that instant. Then, quickly did I remember I had to close my eyes, so to make the same wish i’d wish for every year (since I could remember ever first making a wish, and would still till it’d finally come true) as I blow out the lights. Thing is, I never really, truly believed in shooting stars- of all people, I’m quite the night owl and feel at ease when liberated from my shell and four walls- but for one reason or another, I subconsciously wished I had shared that moment of believing with you. Thing is.. just between you and I, you me and the satellites, I don’t believe you, and it pains me to know that this feeling may just be a delusion. Would I leave a trace or mark behind on your heart or would I become a memory that drifts away with the brightness of a new day?