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May 3, 2026
Earth is going to travel through Halley comet’s space dust trail. May 6, dawn. There will be around 50 shooting stars per hour at its peak. 50 wishes.
I also think about the soulmate-mole thing where all your moles are the places you were kissed the most in all your lifetimes. Cliche, I know, and most certainly not true. But I think the sentiment is sweet!
On May 6, will my soulmate be gazing up at the sky, under the same meteor shower? Would he feel the same pull on his chest that I feel when I wonder about him? Does he gaze at his moles scattered all over his body and think of me?
What does he wish for? Would he wish for the same things I will? 20 wishes for money, 10 wishes for my family, 10 wishes for my friends, 5 for my career, 4 for my health, and 1 for him? Would he spend one wish to hope he can find me?
With how vast the sky is, how can 2 people find each other under it? How do they find themselves in each other? When they finally do, how does it grow into something beautiful? When it finally does, how does it last forever?
Would he hate me? Am I the girl he’s envisioned for himself? Is he the guy of my dreams?
It seems so pathetic and shallow, but I want to meet him. I keep wondering when I will. I want to be ready for when the time comes—I can wish for that on May 6.
I want to meet him on an ordinary day. Maybe it’s raining, and I’m on the way home. Maybe I see him at a waiting shed, with his headphones on, staring at somewhere far. Maybe I sit beside him just to observe a little longer. Maybe I feel him looking at me too. Maybe he strikes up a conversation…or I will, if I’m brave enough. Maybe we become friends, meet more, grow to be honest with each other. How would it feel?
How would it feel when I meet him? What does it feel like for everything to click into place? Would it be like a rush of flutters, or would it be like an “oh.” moment?
Most of all, when he kisses me, would I melt into a puddle, soon washed away by the rain? How would he hold me? Will he also kiss each of my moles in this lifetime?
When I meet him, I’d like him to get to know Mom and Dad. Not only for their approval, but also because maybe he can love them better than I can. I want him to notice me, and recognize me as more than what I appear as. I want him to be the one I whisper my worries, troubles, and sins to. I want him to take me, wholly, as I am.
Because I would do the same for him.
I don’t want our love to feel like an overwhelming high from the beginning. I want something that builds, something tentative at first, but slowly grows into something unshakable. That’s a lot to think about in college, but I just want to tackle it when we get there.
Wishes and prayers come true. Even if it’s not the exact events I want, everything will get me to where I want to be. I just need to trust and keep improving myself.
The month before my birthday is so special… maybe this year will be it.