Letters for my dearest moon.

The unpretty lady.

I am not the pretty type.

I am not the type of person who can make any eyes of a stranger follows me or make their head turns towards me.

I am not pretty.

Curly hair, tan skin and chubby body.

Let us cut the sugarcoat — I am fat and ugly.

A lot of times, when I look in the mirror, I feel so shitty.

I am the only ugly duckling in a pond full of swans.

That does not stop me for keeping on trying.

Just for once, I want for everybody to see me.

Whenever I take a bus — full of passengers, no one will offer their seat to me.I didn't mind a lot of people are tired and busy.

But what gets me is when a pretty person gets on a bus— full of passengers — someone would gladly offer their seat for her.

Leaving me standing while passing the rough road ahead of us."Man, it must be fun to live with a pretty face." I whispered to myself.

But I kept smiling, shifting my thoughts to " I'm a strong independent woman."

It was all dark and gloomy, it felt like I am living inside an old film, where the primary hues are black and white.

My world was tasteless, yet the only pop color I accept is red.

Red lipstick to hide all of my insecurities.

One day, I met him.

Like a moon, he was so mesmerizing.

The sun is beautiful, but the moon is breathtaking.

He is sociable, yet parts of him are mysterious. Sometimes he is here and sometimes only a glimpse of him can be seen.

He is like a moon peeking on behind the clouds — a lot of the time hiding in his world— unknown to many.

Even unknown to me.

One day the moon comes down by my side.

I can't take my eyes off him.

I could memorize every shape of him.

"Why are you always wearing red lipstick?" he asked, breaking the calming silence surrounding us.

I smiled at him "Why not?"

"Because you look beautiful without it."

I laugh as hard as I can and looked at him again, he had this confusion on his face. He touched my face; I could feel the warmness on his fingers.

I never thought that the moon that I'm hanging around with, has this type of feeling.

Warm and calming, a feeling that I never want to let go.

He swiped off my lipstick and repeated the words that was old but new to me.

"You're beautiful without it."