sunny.

like a flower blossomed in spring, our love withered in autumn. through the dewy grass and the sunny sun, the wind was blowing, saying something.
          
          this thing of ours, suddenly died. and i've been wondering through day and night, what have i done wrong? that thing bounded us together, and i'm scared someday it'll be torn apart.
          
          i cannot bear such pain, to see our hearts be broken and in vain. for this thing of ours has grown weary, and i'm terrified to see, what hideous creature it will be.
          
          for that thing has eyes, and is not blind. 

The sun shined before the moon's eyes. Into the sky, our deepest secret lies. Are we made out of moondust or stars? Leaving us flawless scars.
          
          For i knew, our pain was carved into our skin delicately. Allowing us to put it on a paper, and other things we can see through. Everything seems so surreal but real. Everything loves and everything kills. 
          
          And in a farm, in the terrace we sat. Alone in the midst of nowhere, talking to everything we can feel, and then there's the moon, shining brightly upon us. Alone, without the stars. But here they are, with the moon they shine brighter, with secrets i can't remember. Before i do, i already knew, it's always been her.
          
          

There are no 'best decision' at all. Whatever decision we make, there will be at least someone who's hurting because of it. Still, in every decision we make, we have to face the consequences. 

ｈｅｌｌｏ，　ｉｔ＇ｓ　ｍｅ，　Ｓｉｍ．