Yet...

Yet in the deepest darkness, there is always light. As I stand in emptiness, a shooting star passes by. Her brilliant light dazzles me and my surroundings, staying long enough to show me that the world doesn't have to be a dark dreary place.

Yet she moves on, towards her true love. The fact that she leaves sinks me into further despair. But what would have been better, to have known her, if only for an instant, or to not have seen her at all?