The moon is about to leave the sky in any moment—
It will fade in any moment—
Sun will dominate the sky in a moment.
Still, the moon itself will always be the token of my feelings for her.
As I stare at it now, I want to tell the Moon that after years of dealing with this unrequited love, I am finally healed.
I finally got past it.
As you read this now, you might be wondering what happened?
To enlighten you, no. we haven’t been together. She couldn’t be mine.
Why? You see-- just like her,
I am also a girl.

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