I hope to meet someone comfortable in silence when words aren't needed, someone who'd sit beside me to share the weight of the world with when it becomes too much to bear. I really am hoping. That when my heartbeats are the ones to do the talking and my tears are to tell the stories no one wants to hear, someone's out there to listen. Not to sympathize, not to tell me everything's going to be okay or all the other crap we say to people just to make them feel better—no, I know that it's too much to ask for. But who I'm spending my wishes upon a shooting star for is someone who won't get tired when my heart won't stop weeping, someone who will always see the love in me even on the days when I'm not very lovable. They say the world isn't a wish-granting factory, but one can dream. -Poetry hugot for the week. para maiba.