When I was around seven years old, I was afraid to go out of our house. Why? Because I feel like the moon is following my every move. I remember myself running like a wild boar while tears were shamelessly falling because the moon is always in my sight and will never leave me. I was scared. I was young and naive.
The shock and fear I felt when I looked up to the sky only to discover that the moon was following and staring down at me were still vivid in my mind. It's always there, being the moon itself, the satellite.
Yet look at me now. I always remind myself not to miss even a single glance at the moon every night because it makes me miss something that I love. Every time I look at the satellite, it reminds me of someone I adore. Someone who once told me that we could only be friends because he couldn't make himself love me more than that. But still, I love the moon, even though it pains me knowing that someone who I once admired very much rejected me on the night when the moon shines enchantingly above me.
