It was a cold and lonely night. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the only sound that could be heard was the whistle of the wind.
"I miss you," she whispered to herself. Her heart was heavy with sadness, and tears streamed down her face.
She looked up at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of a shooting star. "Please, let me make a wish," she thought to herself.
But no stars appeared that night. It was as if the universe knew of her pain and chose to let it continue.
She walked to the nearby park, hoping the fresh air would clear her head. As she walked, she saw happy couples walking hand in hand, children playing, and families having picnics.
"Why can't I have that?" she thought to herself. "Why am I alone on this lonely night?"
She sat on a bench and looked at the sky. "I wish you would come back to me," she declared to the stars.
But there was no reply, only the sound of crickets chirping in the distance.
As she walked home, she saw a shooting star. She halted in her steps and muttered, "I wish he loved me as much as I loved him."
But wishes don't always come true, and this was one of those nights.
When she arrived home, she lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She heard the door open, and footsteps approaching her room. But she knew it wasn't him. It was her mother, who had come to give her a hug and comfort her.
"It will be okay," her mother whispered, stroking her hair. "You will find someone who loves you for who you are."
But in her heart, she knew it wasn't likely. Love was fleeting, and it seemed as if it had left her forever.
She closed her eyes and hoped that she would sleep and dream of happier times.
But the night was still young, and the loneliness continued.