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You know those perfect cheesy romantic moments that you used to watch play out in your head? You know, the kind that we only see in movies? Well every so often you get to have one of those scenarios play out in real life, and sure enough, the outcome is never what we dream
Take last night. I walk in from a perfectly spontaneous evening at around 1am to a quiet house. I went downstairs but was feeling wound up, so I thought what better way to calm yourself down than stargazing. I walked out onto the porch with a bottle of water, sat down, and began to contemplate if I really knew the difference between the stars and the ‘stars’. I figured if I sat there long enough, I’d be able to remember which ones were moving and which ones weren’t
And as I sat there, basking in the darkness, surrounded by nothingness, I felt that I was sharing the moment with something bigger. Sharing the night with someone, somewhere, who was feeling the same way as me. For a moment, at least, someone was sitting beside me, knowing what it feels like.
But unlike in those perfect romantic movies, no one appeared out of the shadows to sit and count the stars with me. There was no moon-lit conversation, and no one to warm me with their embrace.
I swore that pigs would fly before my knight in shining armor would do the unexpected and walk into my life to turn moments from mundane to magic. But here’s to hoping that if you toss bacon around the room, you’ll get a fraction of what you’ve wished for.
Take last night. I walk in from a perfectly spontaneous evening at around 1am to a quiet house. I went downstairs but was feeling wound up, so I thought what better way to calm yourself down than stargazing. I walked out onto the porch with a bottle of water, sat down, and began to contemplate if I really knew the difference between the stars and the ‘stars’. I figured if I sat there long enough, I’d be able to remember which ones were moving and which ones weren’t
And as I sat there, basking in the darkness, surrounded by nothingness, I felt that I was sharing the moment with something bigger. Sharing the night with someone, somewhere, who was feeling the same way as me. For a moment, at least, someone was sitting beside me, knowing what it feels like.
But unlike in those perfect romantic movies, no one appeared out of the shadows to sit and count the stars with me. There was no moon-lit conversation, and no one to warm me with their embrace.
I swore that pigs would fly before my knight in shining armor would do the unexpected and walk into my life to turn moments from mundane to magic. But here’s to hoping that if you toss bacon around the room, you’ll get a fraction of what you’ve wished for.