My body lay on partly damp, fully unfamiliar grass and I gazed up at shining stars. It was September with air perfectly cool in an Idaho town with a population of 3,000 people.
He laid on the same grass, about a mile from me. Ok, maybe not a mile. Maybe six feet.
When a shooting star passed, I demanded he make a wish. I’m demanding. He knew this right away, and rolled with it, although he can’t be manipulated. He admitted he didn’t know how to wish on a shooting star, and I teased him. He knew right away I was a ball buster, full of more joking insults than compliments for the male species. He knew I was a bit crazy, a bit emotionally unstable, a maker of some bad decisions. He knows this because I’m transparent.
He ended up liking me anyway.
We were just friends at the time. The circumstances would tell you otherwise: two heterosexual people of the opposite sex, same age, looking at the stars at 3 am. But we didn’t hug when we said goodbye. And I talked about another guy, and he listened and gave me advice. And he talked about some girls, though he didn’t like anyone in particular.
And I swear to God, because we were talking about relationships, and because I thought this guy next to me was particularly cool, I wished on that star that he would find the right person.
But I can’t deny that a small part of me when I got home that night thought how ironic and sweet it would be if that person was me.
And in the meantime, after getting out of a one year relationship that left me anxious, yet full of a hope like helium, I was praying that I would find the person that fit me like a puzzle piece. And please, God, let him have dark hair and blue eyes – a hope I’d had for a good six years. I was in an 18 year old body at the time, but the truth is I’m the woman version of Benjamin Button – born old, sans wrinkly skin, who never seems to get much younger.
“What time is it?”
“You’re joking… You’re serious? I better go.”
Fast forward 4 years, and we no longer lie six feet apart, an inch, at most. I tease him still, although he teases me more, but I would be lying if I said I would want it another way. But when I wished on that star, that wish had already been granted, and when I prayed to meet the right one, I had already met him years ago.
And my favorite part?
When it’s 3am, I don’t go.