December 2002. The night was young and the air was crisp, the mood just right for thoughts to drift. In the midst of all the holiday cheer, one soul sat staring not so blankly at the star-filled sky. Deep inside a feeling of loneliness and solitude crept up her (for the soul was a she). So immune was she to all the glee she could only manage to smile once in a while when necessary. Once alone the river persists in flowing that if a shooting star went by that night she would have wished with all her heart to turn back time or anything that would bring back Cupid with her man... the sky just stared.
Alone she trudged that dreary path on life's journey, her bag filled with not just the typical hopes and dreams but her other passive companion constantly knocking on her being - emptiness. But as luck would have it, in one meadow she stumbled upon a playful butterfly fluttering about. Like a child she forgot all her worries but still not her inhibitions and managed to get distracted for a while. Confidence filled her to the brim she thought high of herself and her carefree ways. A constant game of hide and seek ensued with the attractive and playful butterfly blinding her in more ways she could have known. Inevitably she didn't realize until too late the excitement wavering and the thrill ebbing away.
Emptiness didn't knock this time, it barged its way in. Only then did the soul realize that she's just as naive. "What a predicament!", she thought. Not loving when she should have and loving when she shouldn't have.
For some time she wandered aimlessly, allowing the current to take her where they please --- too tired to think, too hurt to feel. If a shooting star went by she could have asked for another chance with the playful butterfly. And that the playful butterfly prove its worth. pitch black...
December 2004. In the silence of the night that lonely soul awoke with a start not by a kiss from a prince charming nor from a knight in shining armor but by the twinkling stars sparkling, teasing her eyes. Above she saw the sky ever so bright laden with stars. Lonely, confused and empty still, her head started spinning. The gap again felt - the hollow in the heart. "Oh to be hopelessly human---shallow and vulnerable!", she cried out loud. But the bright lights so full of promise made her believe. And once again, she prayed not for an h nor a p but simply for an S who'll make her happy. Who cares what his name is for as long as he's for her and she for him. For who knows when her s is also just out there praying the same thing underneath the same sky. Just like what was said by a certain p.c. the heavens will conspire in the fulfillment of one's destiny. Maybe just maybe the sky will blink and this time grant this soul's fervent wish....
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