Last chance for wishes. I just looked outside and saw a falling star. It streaked across the sky in a faint flash of light like the fleeting promise of a lover lost. It gave me the chance to reflect on what my life has been, what it will be. I thought of my childhood, that fateful Christmas morning when I awoke to find a yellow box with Pikachu on it poking out from within a red stocking. "At last," I thought, "the children at school will taunt me no longer. I will know what it means to be a Pokemon master, and I will do whatever it takes to be the very best."
The years passed, and my days were oft filled with the familiar beeps and trills of the gameboy, gameboy color, gameboy advance, Nintendo DS, and as I sit here on my lunch break at work, my 3DS is in sleep mode in my locker. Waiting to be awakened for the chance to continue a journey I first began those years ago. In my youth I've found sad days and glory both wrapped up in the busy and harsh realities that we all experience, and even as I lay in bed weeping the tears of the forgotten I know I can turn over and my precious Ferrothorn will be there waiting to offer me comfort. These friends I keep in my mind will always be there to carry me through the day in a world where mortal life fails and neglects me.
There are no promises, no futures, no glorious days after the morrow's dawn to await for me. There is only the now and what I do with it. So I really hope it's not Pokemon Art Academy 2.
That, wishing star, is my request.