"I'm arthit, and you are?" You asked with a wide smile
"Kongpob, I'm Kongpob" I had replied
"Moon, that's a pretty name" you had commented
I had nodded at your words, I clearly remember the tingling sensation I felt in my stomach at your words
They might have meant nothing to you, they might have just been an act of politeness towards someone you met for the first time, but for me, it was something special, something I would remember for the rest of my life
Staring at the screen of my phone, I wonder if you would ever contact me, if you would ever remember that I'm still here, waiting for you
Sometimes I wonder if you ever really existed or if all of it was just a dream, an imagination of my mind, because how could someone be so perfect, yet so real
And then again, anything is possible when it comes to you, just like the sun you shine bright with your own light, spreading brightness and happiness all around you
Whereas I, just like the moon, with all it's flaws, waits for the night to fall, I shine with the help of your light, without the sun, the moon would just be a black ball in the sky, its you who makes me shine
Then why would you just leave? I'm stuck here in the dark and even though I'm the moon, I can do nothing without you, my sun
I purple you 💜
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December 》
Hayran Kurgu"How was America?" I asked You chuckled, sadly or with relief I had no idea "America? I have never been there" you mumbled The characters belong to bittersweet only the story plot belongs to me
