I was enthralled by the reddish moon blazed as it moved into the earth's shadow to conquer heaven, and I was completely at ease to gaze upon its light.
However, it is obscured by a thick cloud until it vanishes, which results in complete darkness.
My heart kept on yearning to see it again as my love continuously swung by the wind until it reached the sky.
Eagerly anticipating, at the right time, the upcoming eclipse.

All these years, I wore a mask that was suited to other people's validity. I tried to ask for their acceptance to feel significant until it made me suffocated. Losing myself and emptiness felt in the depths of my heart. There's a hole that could never be filled by others. Behind this mask was my true self until I realized that I didn't need to hide anymore. I didn't need to cover myself from the world because love had found me.

The love I have for myself filled the hole inside my heart, exposing the true tenderness and goodness of the soul. My precious soul despite scars and imperfections, I know that I was beautiful. This love I have for myself surpasses all of the doubt and insecurities, uncovering the mask I have worn for so long, and embracing my uniqueness. This love nurtures my existence to be the best version. This love will keep me living.

I saw a photograph in a room, the same place where we were supposed to lay down before. It is still fresh in my memory, and I can't help but smile whenever I remember it.

You were a person who avoided taking photos, and to get a shot, I needed to make my whole effort by saying how cute you are.

One night while we were staring at the sky, you took our photos, and I felt how happy you were. The smiles on your sweet face are genuine, and then you whispered, "I love you."

You asked me for a photograph, not knowing that it would be the last thing that I would hold whenever I missed you. I felt the pain of losing you. How am I going to face the world without you?

I won't see you forever in my eyes, and I will only reminisce about our memories together by that photograph. A lifetime where I could no longer touch you nor hear your voice.

My love, your genuineness is reflected by that photograph. If the world can't keep you, then I will keep you in my photograph. The love we shared has a special place in my heart. Until we meet again, my child.

One of my classmates told me, "Why are you always on their backs?"
"Why are you always following them and they were going, laughing without thinking of you?"
"Do you still belong to the group?"
"Are you okay to be like that?"
That'***** me hard. I don't respond since, within me, it's all true.

You have coolness.
I saw it in your eyes.
You have warm.
I feel it with your touch.

You maintain your calmness.
But I know your fears.
You are so gentle with anyone.
It is difficult to know the difference.

I am afraid to ask,
and to know the answer.
What is in between us?
What am I to you?
What are we?

She spoke, "I am here because I have something to tell you."
He replied, "What is it?"

She told him the sentence that she wanted to tell him for a long time.

"Let's stop seeing each other."

She let go of his hand and starts to walk away, far away from the place she has memories of him, knowing that she will never see him again. The man who brings pain and joy to her heart. Never turned back while tears fell into her eyes. She let go of him, the man with whom she was in love the most.

He just stared at her, doing nothing, because he's never loved her.