As I did so, a song was running through my head that I first heard (embarrassingly enough) on an episode of Drop Dead Diva entitled "Happily Ever After" by a group called He is We. The chorus reads:
Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending. Who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me? Do I end up, do I end up happy?
The thing about shooting stars is that it's all a waiting game. You wait for what feels like forever until you forget why you're out there. Start to think about the chilly wind. The dampness seeping through your blanket. (The creeper out walking his dog in the middle of the night.) And just as you decide to go inside, you catch just a glimpse. A slight motion out of the corner of your eye. Just enough to keep you there a little longer... staring, hopeful, toward the sky. Trusting that there's something coming that's worth waiting for.
Inhale, breathe steady, exhale. Like you're ready... if you're ready or not.
Life is a waiting game. Waiting for what's around the corner. Waiting for promises to be fulfilled. Reminding yourself each day to get up. To breathe. To pretend you're okay. Not cold. Not alone. Because your star could come at any moment. Maybe.
But as the hours pass while you wait for the tiny streaks of light to get you through, it's hard not to wonder... When the morning comes and everything is illuminated...
Do I end up happy?
