Bring Back The Past

I was the one. The one he loved, the one he spent time with.

His love that suddenly faded away makes me think of the speed.

I was a fool, I believed that the heart he gave to me was a genuine one.

My mom would always tell me back then during my bedtime stories that, "The sun loved the moon so much she died every night to let him breathe."

And I can say... I am that sun who loves him so much, who dies every night (and every day) because I long him so much, the feeling I get whenever he holds my hand still has an effect on me even though he does not do it anymore.

Ugh, I miss you so much Kier.