The Shooting Star
By; Gloven Ramos
One rainy night, August 14, 2010, I am stranded on the balcony of a closed coffee shop. It’s
already twelve midnight, all establishments are closed. It is rare to pass a taxi on that street on that time.
Sitting on a metal chair, headphone on my ears, waiting the rain to stop so I could walk back to home, I
feel the cold wind touches my face.
I saw someone running to the coffee shop. She put out her jacket and she put it on the table
besides her. She saw me sitting, watching her wiping her hands.
“Good evening!” she greeted me.
I smile back to her, I secretly off my music so I could hear her whenever she talks to me.
“Stranded too? I think this rain will never stop till morning.” She said.
“You can wish to a shooting star to stop this rain.” I joke.
“Well, watch your words before you wish in a shooting star.”
“Yeah...” I responded to her weird reply. “But i think it will stop before 1:00am.”
“How did you know?”
“Nothing lasts forever.”
She pulls a chair and sits on it. “You’re a bitter.”
“How could you say that?”
“Only bitter persons believe that nothing lasts forever.” She smiles on me.
We talk a lot of things on that night at the balcony of the coffee shop.
A car stops on the front of us.
“Oh, here they are. Are you sure you would not come with me? I will drop you at your home.”
“No, thanks, it’s okay. I will just walk.”
“But it still raining. Come on, you’re just shy.”
“Don’t worry. I can take it. I will just wait here.”
After that night, I never see her again. I don’t know who she is, where she came from, I don’t
even know her name.
Few months later, while on the grocery store, I heard a familiar voice talking with her friend;
“Wait, I don’t eat kiwi.” She said.
I find where that voice came from. I saw her. I appreciate more her beauty when I see her in
daylight. I tried to approach her but I got nervous. I think, that one-hour conversation is not a big deal
with her. I let her gone.
I paid my groceries and put it in my car in the basement. When I’m on the exit of the basement, I
saw her again, alone, standing and waiting for a taxi, I think. I drove closer to her.
“Hey?” I greet her. “Do you remember me?”
“Umm... I’m sorry, but no. Where do we meet?” I’m right, she did not remember me.
“Well, doesn’t need to know. I just thought to drive you to your destination, but it is not nice to do
it if you not remember me.”
“Are you mad?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because I don’t remember you.”
“No. I’m not. It will just make you awkward. I don’t mean any offense.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah, okay, well, have a nice day!”
“You too.”
I drove away... it was really awkward. I regret what I did.
7:00 pm at the same day. I’m in the restaurant for dinner. Yes, I am alone. I live like this. While
writing my notes, someone approaches me.
“Hi, are you alone?” a girl voice.
