My First and Last Shooting Star
I know magic exists.
On several occasions I have gone out on a clear night in the northern hemisphere, during meteor season, intent on seeing one, and failed…
I returned to England to be with a past love. Our initial romance had been but a few weeks, but we wrote to each other from opposite sides of the world and rekindled things through words.
Reunited after 3 years, it was a little awkward, especially considering how shy we both were. But the connection was strong and we evolved pretty quickly as a couple from noon until bedtime, staying at a friend’s place.
There was that awkward moment before going to bed as old lovers but new again. She was looking out the window, so I came up behind her and gave her a deep and loving hug, rested my head against hers and looked out onto the night.
I said something pretty close to “the only way this day could be any more perfect would be to see a shooting star”. And then, a heartbeat later, we saw one, not too brief, and quite certain.
The only one I have seen to this day.
I know magic exists.