One day, I spied a shooting star in the night sky. Within seconds, it landed softly on the other side of the river. I will never forget the way she shined when her hazel eyes pierced my soul.
When I awoke, I thought it was just a dream. But why did I keep dreaming that same dream?
20 years later, it happened. She entered my sights, blinding me with her brightness, and I haven't been able to see anything else since.