By Jess MissPiggy_@hotmail.com
Date: 23 November 1997

Wasting Wishes

     I am always wondering where you are, what you are doing.  I wonder,
what is his favorite cereal?  What is his all-time favorite song?  His
favorite color?  Does he prefer Monty Python, or Nathan Lane?  This is the
stuff I think of late at night.  So the other night, I was looking out my
bedroom window, trying to find a star amongst the cloudy night sky, when
I spotted a bright star.  I made a wish, and I wondered if he was wishing 
on the very same star.  It helped me to know that we were sleeping under
the same sky.  My wish, as are all my wishes, was that I could find just
one special someone, just for me.  Someone who will love me as much as I
know I could love them.  I watch the world go by, in love and swept up in
their own bliss.  Of course I am so happy for my friends who have their
special someones...who wouldn't be?  I helped them there, so I should be
proud.  That's just the trouble.  All this time, all this useless wishing
and dreaming and hoping and praying - it has all been for nothing.  I play
the girl with a smile on her face and a song in her heart.  When all I can
do is feel the emptiness inside of me, making my heart it's home.  I once 
had heard an old saying, "A heart is not judged by how much you are loved,
but by how much you are loved by others".  If that's true, then I guess 
there is nothing left for me to do but stop the senseless wishing and all.