fly me to the moon.

and pick a star out of the sky for me while you're at it.

In Korean dramas you can frequently hear women asking their men to "하늘에서 별 따와." I never really understood what this meant or what significance it held in terms of a lasting relationship. I guess I still don't. "Fly me to the moon," as per Frank Sinatra, is understandable; afterall, we did "land" on the moon once before (although I'm a skeptic about this, I'll pretend to believe it for the purposes of this post). But "pick a star out of the sky"? How far-fetched is that? Asking your man to pick a star out of the sky for you is unreasonable, illogical, irrational, selfish, and all-around absurd. It sure sounds super romantic though, doesn't it?

Man: "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything."
Woman: "Really?"
Man: "Yes."
Woman: "Go pick a star out of the sky for me."

I'm assuming this phrase is the equivalent of "go to the ends of the earth for you" in English? It's funny because my church is called The Ends of the Earth Church (yeayea, everyone thinks it's a cult -.-), so I never considered going to the ends of the earth for anyone but Jesus. Speaking of Jesus, "Here In My Life" by Hillsong United is so incredibly touching. When I first heard it, it made me cry almost as much as the Lifehouse "Everything" skit did.

This post is becoming complicated. I won't bore the minimal number of readers I have with my random tangents. Anyway, back to my point (or lack thereof). I used to think I'd fall in love with one, and only one, person and live out this Korean drama-esque love story with him, probably picking multiple stars out of the sky along the way. A year ago, I might have even said I found him. Today, I laugh at how ridiculously infatuated I had been. Did I love him? Perhaps. Was I in love with him? I don't think so.

I still want to believe love comes once. 'Cus if I had really been in love, I don't know that I can ever fall out of it. (That was totally a Carrie Bradshaw moment. Love her; don't put it past me to post about her one day.)

In conclusion, I'm still waiting for my star...

cheers,

Cheryl

PS: Revisited my old xangas today. Good times. If you ever had one, go dig it up. You'd be amazed at how much you remember and how much you want to forget.