I. When I Used To Wished
I USED to count airplanes with you believing that once it reach a hundred, my wish will be granted.
I used to wait for shooting stars with you believing that seeing such, my wish will be granted. I used to walk late at night with you believing that being with you, my wish were granted.
I used to wish with those hundred airplanes I’ve counted, with those shooting stars I’ve waited, with those night walks I’ve strolled, with those things.. with you.
I used to wish. My dear.. my wish were all about you.
II. When It Was Not Granted
ONE SPLIT moment was all it took to let me realize that my wish were neither granted. Not at all.
One split moment was all it took to rob me of my happiness. My dear, you were never mine. Not at all.
One split moment and you were gone. Leaving me with those uncounted airplanes, with those unseen shooting stars, with those unburried memories, and with a wish neither granted nor given a chance.
III. When I Still Believe in “Once Again”
REMORSE SETTLING in. Not even once, I told you how I feel.
Should even have said, I miss you. Should even have whispered, I love you. Every night is always a series of those.
Still counting for a hundred planes again and again believing that on one of those hundreds, you will be counting with me again.
Still chasing the shooting stars to give meaning to nights believing that before even one of them appears, you will be waiting with me again.
Still walking late at the night, walking in circles, believing that anytime before dawn, you will be walking with me again.
Still saying your name over and over believing that you will hear my voice and you will be in my life once again.