Also

Clandestine

As weeks goes by-- I don’t know-- I just noticed myself smiling whenever she tells me that she ferociously ate five baluts as lunch.

Whenever she said that her dogs want to snuggle and she loves it, whenever she said that it feels good to help students in their lessons even if she has her own lesson to settle to.

I didn’t like it-- I’m fine by own-- I’ve always been fine minding my own business in this world.

But I couldn’t help it-- I couldn’t stop myself from leaping in her bottomless thoughts-- from being mesmerized with her silly and yet adorable mannerisms.

Little by little she became the moon in my gloomy life.

The moon that I will always look up to, the one that I will always adore and admire even in clandestine.

However, just like how the moon shines in the night, it also ends. Sun has to replace the moon in order to keep the cycle going. As it should be.