14 October 2007
It was a clear night sky. We were lying flat on your roof and figuring out the constellations. The wind, cool but not chilly, was softly blowing, making the chimes on your window tinkle. It was perfect. Silent, but not too silent.
I was happy. It was simple bliss. I moved to my side and rested my head on my arm so I can see you. “I’m really glad we’re friends. Why didn’t we become close before?”
You smiled, still staring at the sky, and replied, “We are just like two stars, I guess. We never really realized how much of the same thing we are until now. That’s why there are falling stars, you know. They’re not falling just for the thrill of it. They fall to be closer to another star. And I think they succeed. Much like we did.” You turned your gaze at me and reached for my hand.
I lay down again and spotted a shooting star in the night sky. “I hope it will always be like this.”

9 December 2007
It was a night when stars fall, our kind of night. With bottles of beer in tow, we went to my backyard where hammocks were set up for our night of wish exhaustion. Thousands of shooting stars were expected to be seen tonight.
The nature’s chorus was alive — the leaves were rustling, the crickets were keeping in tune and the trees were creaking at just the right moments. We were both humming along.
It was then that I realized. We really have become best of friends.

04 March 2008
The stars have stayed in their places, I guess.
It has been too long since we last viewed the stars together. Maybe that’s the reason why nature has its new melody. We weren’t there to keep up with it anymore. Maybe that’s why there are no more falling stars.
You told me that a star chooses to fall to be closer to another. Maybe that’s where we went wrong; we both started to go to each other’s direction that we missed then resolved to stay in place instead?

05 August 2008
Empty. The skies are empty tonight. They have been for a long while now. Where are you? I miss the stars. I miss talking to my friend…

17 September 2008
Stars have died in space before, and I suppose friendships do too.
When stars die, do the others mourn for them? When friendships dissolve in time, do both parties cry? Or is the star alone? Am i?

27 October 2008
Stars have never shone as brightly as when you held my hand and we were gazing at the night sky. How could we let go of such an amazing scene? How could we let ourselves be engulfed in darkness when we know we can walk hand in hand in illumination? How can we let go of each other?
Questions.

11 December 2008
A single star shone tonight. It seemed to be a signal for something good. And it was.
Tonight we shared a meal with friends. And between the two of us, I felt the awkwardness before it came; I foresaw the silence before it was heard. But even if this were the case, I refuse to believe that you’ve changed.
I know somewhere inside you is the dear friend I’ve had. I know somewhere inside your heart is the girl who believed that stars fall.

25 January 2009
Stars have stayed in their places for a very long time. I think it’s time stars start falling once more.
And this time we’ll do it right. This time I’ll fall.
A star falls to be closer to another star. And I think they succeed. Much like we will again.

(End)

-July 25, 2009-