You once told me that seeing the sunset with someone important to you won't be the same when you get to watch it alone. Because no matter how beautiful the sunset is, your mind will always be occupied by that person. I used to think that it's funny, saying all sunsets are just the same. What can be so special about the sunset anyway? Is it the way the sky slowly turns into bright orange hues? Or how it can be so bright but not blinding? But you said it was everything while Saigo No Iiwake plays In the background. I never questioned your love for old Japanese songs. It's soothing just like you said. It might even be the only thing we agreed into. I wonder what it is about sunset and songs that you love so much about. But there are things that don't need much explanation and just need realization. That how sunset creates the most beautiful silhouettes or how it turns everything golden. And how it's rays make the ocean glisten like it's made of glitter waves. Or it looks like that one shiny dress your mom used to wear back in the 80's. Maybe it is also the way it highlights the brown color of your eyes, chocolate orbs becoming more beautiful than ever. While your hair flows along with the ocean waves and how you look so peaceful and happy. That this moment looks like a scene pulled out from an indie film created by aspiring artists and directors who deserve more than what they receive. And the way the orange color of the sunset slowly wraps your skin as you close your eyes and inhale the salty air. If I only have a certain skill in art, then I would've drawn you right then and there. Sitting beautifully like a delicate masterpiece. You would put the Mona Lisa to shame. Or how you slowly grin at me and say I have no single romantic bone in me. Maybe you've only been really the romantic one. It was years then before it hit me. The reason why I never got to appreciate the sunset. It was because I wasn't watching it. I was watching you.
