A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)
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It's been three years;
Three years since I've decided to gaze at the stars every night to ease the sadness and emptiness I'm feeling without her-
-without the woman that I love and still loving with all my heart.
I didn't realise that an amiable, elating smile slowly spreads across my mouth while my hazel brown gaze keeps on gazing on the stars. My heart constantly beats its melodious, euphoric beats while her enchanting, cheery smile immediately flutters on my young mind.
"I wonder what she's doing right now. Is she okay?"
The stars glisten even more; feeling like they're answering my thoughts. I heave a deep sigh while still feeling the euphoric beats of my young, fragile heart. A shooting star suddenly shows up in the sky, leaving me breathless and mesmerised
Wow.
That's the very first time I've seen a shooting star. Never in my life have I seen one but I never thought seeing one tonight will give me the utmost euphoria I had never felt before since she left. A sweet smile suddenly spreads again on my mouth while uttering these thoughts.
"Are you seeing these stars I'm gazing at right now from Chicago?" I breathe out a deep sigh while my heart keeps on beating its elating, melodious beats.
"I wonder if you saw the shooting star that I saw a while ago. I would be very, very happy if you do."
I maintain my gaze on a particular star that shines the brightest; heeding the constant elating beats of my lonely, young heart. The more I gaze at it, the more my heart misses the woman that I love the most.
"I miss you so, so much. I hope you miss me too."
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