Iwas once a nyctophile-- who loves darkness and night.
I was once obsessed with the gentle wind that soothed my soul every night.
The glittering moonlight I craved that reflects to an evergreen nature did not escape my sight.
And the stars shining in the sky was my favorite night scenery for its tranquility and calmness was contagious.
Indeed, silent night filled with frabjous and serene thoughts was once my addiction.
Not until one night. A usual night I used to admired; unexpectedly you came.
I was enchanted by your gaze. You were sitting in a waiting shed, a mournful look of yours got my attention.
I was stunned seeing a guy crying alone. I offered you my handkerchief and it was the beginning of our memories.
Memories of you and me became my source of happiness. You were then my co- night lover. We both cherished the night scenery: the cool breeze made us feel that we're into each other; a little convo of us while gazing at the stars gave us comfort and; seeing monlit brightened our world together.
I molded you. I fixed you.
Little did I know, I was just being used.
And here a silent night full of nostalgic scenario-- where memories seems to become a beautiful nightmare that made me feel unease. As a cool breeze deeply touched my skin-- it was where the thought of can't having you in my life again.
As the moon showed up its brightness, a scheme suddenly flashed the smiles and laughters we shared together where it was once my pain reliever as what like the moon did as it revolved around the Earth.
As the stars twinkled politely, it reminds me that I was once your night and you're my star, you gave me light but turned as scar.
Every piece of the night, I remember you. If I could only manipulate the rotation of the Earth, I'll choose to appear it only at daytime.
Question's lingering in my mind, "When will this end?" I was hunted by your indestructible memories with me.
The uncosiness of memories we shared ghosted me.
And now I know the answer, gradually.
Memories of you and me were still remained as memory even without you and me.
