There once was a boy who made his way into my heart. He treated me so kind; more kind than any boy has ever done. When I was upset, I could go to him no matter what and he did anything for me. And it was always so fun to just hang out with him. I appreciate him more than I know.
One night, he came all the way to my house to visit me. He brought me flowers! A girl likes her flowers. Then he took the leap I never could; he asked me to be his. I was unsure and scared, therefore I nicely declined.
After that, we went our separate ways. Both of us had relationships and different activities that lead us further apart.
Last night came with many rarities. A shooting star, glowing red and yellow shot through the sky. I had the opportunity to see him last night and it was just like before. Not much had changed, except my answer to his question. Does he even carry around that question anymore, though? We were the only ones the see the shooting star.
I blew it, didn't I? The boy who is genuinely thoughtful slipped away. And it's funny that when I look into a boy for qualities I love, I look for his. Still.
I wonder what he wished when he saw the fiery shooting star.
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