he thinks she is beautiful. even the word beautiful cant describe how magnificent of a beauty she is.
the world thinks she is beautiful too. even the sun, the moon and the stars think so too.
only her. who doubt everything.
every day, before dawn, he woke up early. he tried to approach her but she kept disappearing after a blink of an eye.
she engulf herself in the mist of darkness.
the least he could do for her is he will die every night just to let her breath.
to let her live.
to let her know how important she is.
but he doesnt know what night feels like for her.
loneliness.
darkness.
melancholy.
she used to it after thousands of years.
if only he knew how night feels like.
and if only he knew she knows how day feels like.
