I looked at you using my peripherals. They say you loved me. I also feel the same.
It was night, I was sitting alone on a bench, staring up at the dark sky, twinkling stars, and bright moon. I felt so alone, but I found myself enjoying my own way of rejuvenating.
Suddenly, footsteps are coming near. I already knew that it was you. I know the way you walk, the sound of your steps. Learning you isn't that difficult. Loving you is as tough as holding a diamond and keeping it away from thieves.
You sat beside me and stared at the bright moon.
None of us dared to talk as the breeze started whispering unto our ears.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
