Bottom line;

Don't you love it when things go well?

You're finally shedding those winter kilos, you got full marks for the sculpture you made in art, your grandma's visiting from overseas for Christmas break, you reconcilliated with your boyfriend, and things are going better than ever.

Then I find out you wished for me upon a shooting star. In that rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you decided to wish for my happiness and wellbeing. 

I was never one for superstition, but I do believe in the power of love. And you, my dear, could control the universe with the amount you hold.