My wishing star

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Remember that day? The one when you told me about wishing stars? How one picks a star from the sky and make a wish. How then there will be huge chance that that wish will come true? I remember that day well. I remember being cocky and tried to tell you that sometimes what we see in the sky is not star at all. Just remaining lights from the stars long dead. I remember you frowning, and being the stubborn girl that you are, saying that you like your idea of the wishing star better than mine of the dead. Truth be told, I liked your idea better too. Of the wishing star. I picked a star the other night. The sky was gunmetal gray. Threatening rain perhaps. But there was a star. Only one. peeking through the dark sky. It was not as shiny or as big as I wanted it to be. But it will do. For I do not have many wishes. I remember having only one wish. Just one. That you will love me. I made a wish that night. Just that one wish. That you will love me like I do you p/s :- this is an attempt to write fiction only. It is not a true story. Critics are most welcomed.