When I was fifteen years old, I was blessed by a shooting star, while camping in Cuenca with a group of friends. I was amazed because I never thought I would be able to see one, and even more when I asked if anyone had seen it, and they told me that they didn’t.
 
I asked for a wish that night. I wanted some news from a boy I had justly met, one I had liked more than enough. When I got back home, I had an email waiting, where he told me that he had liked me as well, and other things I prefer not to mention, too endearing and painful at the same time.
 
Nevertheless, he was gone after a few months, but the star kept blessing me as I followed my path. It showed me what real love felt like, even though I might have been too young to know that it implied deep suffering, and even more at that age, when one’s so naive and sensitive.
 
It took me quite some while to cure those wounds. At least they made me tougher, and they prepared me for future break-downs. That’s not the point of this post, anyway. I’m much stronger now, I now what suffering means, and I don’t reject any of it. I accept it as it comes, because at least they mean that I’ve learnt how to love.
 
When I met my Neesan, I thought my lucky GoldStar had to do with it, somehow. It was true love, as the one I was still missing, the one that still hurt by then. She was of a great help, she never left, even when I turned my back to her when going through my own darkness period. She kept waiting for me to return, and I did.
 
These days I’ve felt blessed, as blessed was the fifteen years old girl who liked to stare at the moon and got caught by a shooting star. I face true love coming from an honest, friendly heart, who makes me feel protected and special in many, many ways. I can even say that this star has granted me with a wish yet again.  I wanted to be dear to this heart from the very beginning, and now I am. That’s all I wanted, and now I have it.
 
I feel happy, because it feels like if I were the one who built it with my own hands. By caring, by being clear and true to myself and to others. Now, I wish I could be older, so I could understand most of the things that I don’t as for now, but I know it’ll come with the time.
 
I suppose it wouldn’t be improper to post a lyric as my ending lines.
 
That’s All
Wannadies
 
It’s hard to be both yours and free
It’s hard to solve every mystery
I’m still a kid on a bike, you see
Just about to conquer spring with new-won speed.
 
Amplify me
Can’t stand silence
Fired back at me.
Don’t want to be common,
Might want to feel stardom,
Just want to be cared for,
That’s all,
Cool...
 
I’m so in love with a simple song
It makes me feel like nothing can go wrong
Even if there’s not one word
It’s the language that I want to learn.
 
Amplify me
Can’t stand silence
Fired back at me.
Don’t want to be common,
Might want to feel stardom,
Just want to be cared for,
That’s all,
Cool...
 
 
Moonie

Dearest, I know what's like to wish for something, I did the same too at a younger age. I had wished for something else, of course.

And I'm being responded according to that wish: I had asked for someone Viking blooded (with secretly in mind not anybody), for somebody I could feel I could trust and be secure, and to be the same in reverse. I was probably 10.

And I've remained faithful to that wish of mine and time has given me reason, even if it was very distabilizing for those willing to go against that wish, nor undestanding it was a choice that has been made from the heart long, long ago I can't even recall...

That's why never renounce to your wishes, NEVER. A Wizard who's forgotten to dream can no longer be called one.

As you'll see, we've wished for soulful things, not for material safety like most people do, for we both how temporary the security its bringing is.

Unfortunately, there are still Muggles and Wizards taking one for the other in this world, and they're ending up very surprised and disappointed when the truth hit home...

With Love,

Sam.

I loved your entry, who hasn't "wished upon a star"? I lived out west in America for many many years, and falling stars are common there, but no matter how many I saw fall, I would always wish the same thing, for a man to truely love me for who I am, just as I am, and do you know, 6 years ago I got that wish, and 4 years ago we married.I sure hope this finds you enjoying a very happy day!