He told me once that he liked me the first time we met. I wonder, was it the same for you? Did your eyes captivate her the first time she looked at you? Or was it only after he left me? I keep on thinking it happened somewhere in between, but it doesn't matter anymore for now his skies are clear and your eyes are the only stars she can see. On some days I imagine us as identical stars and that it is the reason he fell for you fast, that your eyes show my reflection and it is still I he sees in you. Does he tell stories about me? Do you hear me in him when he says the words he learned from me? On most days, though, I know the truth I'm only a dandelion that briefly passed through his sky and he had mistaken me for a wishing star. But a dandelion cannot grant his wishes.