Some stories are written in the stars, but only a few stars ever fall from the sky and those that do often get lost in oblivion.
Sometimes it isn’t about fate or destiny at all, but about our own desire to fight for ourselves, even from ourselves.
The first time we met was only for a moment. We didn’t exchange any words, yet we somehow understood our newfound bond of sharing.
From that moment, I knew she must be special, someone who could hear words of care from an introvert.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried to break the rules of the land and move forward with my life decisions. I thought my siblings would follow me in this.
However, their fear of the unknown kept them wondering about the four people who might say something if they dared to step out of the hierarchy and move ahead.
Back then, I was a bit angry with my elders for keeping me out of their lives. My simple mind could hardly grasp the complications of extraordinary people who were meant to be together, yet somehow are not.
In the last seven years, we have met several times, shared our stories, and let each other in. One thing has remained constant: I admire her, and I worry about her.
There were moments when she was all alone on the hills, living like a monk in a government job, or wandering the rural midlands like a quiet gangster handling tons of cash without a gun.
I admire her courage to do all of this with a smile and with hidden tears tucked into the corners of her eyes. Sometimes I ask her why she is still waiting for him. I know it has been a decade-long wait, carried by the hope of togetherness. What’s even more touching is knowing that both of them want to be together, and have been waiting for each other for ages.
Sometimes an awkward silence, a loud thud, a long wait, ignored eyes, or a careless gesture are not enough to hide a loving, caring heart.
Whenever I talk to them ironically, I am the chosen one with whom both can speak, I can sense their pain and loneliness.
I want them to stop thinking about the future and the past and simply live their present with each other.
They shouldn’t be shooting (falling) stars for each other’s wishes. The wait is not about the right moment or the right people it is about them. It has always been about them.
They just need to walk a few steps toward each other.
