Sometimes I would wake up at night and think who I am? What for do I live in this world, what for and who I live for? And desperation would overwhelm my soul which was crying. Who does need my love? It has been broken so often and would crash in my arms like fragile ice in late autumn. And so, everything is going its own way autumn, winter . . .
And this winter is so long and so hard for me. Oh my God, for how long everything will be like that? Cold, snow, tears and loneliness . . . And spring always comes after winter and then there is summer! And again I wait for miracle! And I am waiting for you my one and only man . . .
And there is moon on starry sky. Today it is especially beautiful and it looks like marble and here is a star and here is one more. Stars twinkle me and have fun. They gather in a circle and begin to dance their miracle dance – waltz. Ah, that is amazing! And then on star is falling down to my palm. They say that we need to make a wish when a star falls down from the sky.
Well, what wish I should make? . . .I began to think.
- Hi, I am a little star!
I was looking at her with fear.
- Who is that? Have I become crazy?
- Well, you are so funny! It is me, little star! Do not be afraid of me, I have noticed you long ago and I want to help you. You wait for miracle, don’t you?
- Me? Me . . . I don’t know . . .
- Is that possible? That very miracle? It happens only in fairytales . . .
- Well, you have made a wish and you want for it to come true and then you say that it happens only in fairytales . . . that very miracle.
No, I am sleeping and that is a dream, that can’t be true! I am talking to a star, I am crazy . . .
- What? What are you looking at me, make your wish!
- I, I want . . .
- What?
The star began to dance on my palm and sing a song about happy life . . .That she decided to land on my palm to help me to become happy.
- Ok, I will make my wish to find my second half in this world because without him I feel lonely in this planet and that is unfair.
- Don’t you believe me, star?
- I believe you! Ok, it will be like that and your words will come true!
And then suddenly I open my eyes and realize that it was a dream. Or not a dream? Or it was reality? I so much wanted to cry like in childhood. And . . . That is a miracle! There was a small key in my hand. That is the key to my happiness!
It will come true, will come true, I would repeat all the time. Thank you, my dear, little star! But I couldn’t see her on sky because it was the morning and birds were singing outside . . . And new day has started and new life! I am waiting for you, my second half, waiting for you!
