I was laying on my bed staring at blanks and I just realized one thing
Nothing is eternal. I wouldn’t be able to turn back time even if I really want to. Mistakes are mistakes. Blessings are blessings. At the moment.
I have to cherish moments. There’s no forever. Nothing is gonna lasts forever. I have to appreciate moments. I wouldn’t be able to stop time. But whenever we’re together, it feels like the world is ours. It feels like the time has stopped. But it’s not.
Time is spinning. I can’t stop it. and I can’t turn it back.
No it wasn’t about algorithms, it wasn’t about physical chemistry, it was about..
“Why do you love me?”
Ah, how can I answer this?
Maybe it was because of your goofy smile at the hall Maybe it was because of the way your gaze always remain soft everytime you stare at me Maybe it was because the way you sweep your sweat in the middle of the day Maybe it was because how your ears got red when you’re happy.
But, no. Not at all. You were just being you.
“It’s because of who you are when you’re with me.”
moon, oh dear moon I wanna discuss about my feelings to you tonight. I'll explain my pain, I'll spill out the tea, I'll whisper those secrets, I'll break my commits, I'll pour my tears, I'll tell you everything, tonight. just tonight.
so listen. listen carefully.
listen to my words and phrases. listen to my cracking voice. listen to my worries. listen to my untold ever stories. listen to my insecurities. listen to me.
you don't need to answer, I just need you to listen.
— moon oh dear moon, if only I could lean on your shoulder.
the grey sky snapped the most beautiful lights yet terrible sounds that my soul has ever experienced. and I’ve never loved lightning as much as I did on that afternoon.
I get attracted easily by simple beautiful things in this beautiful universe. but the lightning, oh, yes the lightning has taught me that loving something means accepting it all. I love its beautiful flash but I also have to love its awful rhythm.
I love your cheesy laugh but I also have to love your anger. I love your maturity but I also have to love your ego. and oh, I love your beautiful soul but I also have to love your flaws.
do I love you or do I love the other version of you that I built on my delusion?
the appearance of yourself that I make up in bed before I go to sleep. who always does silly things just to see me laughing whatever mood I'm in.
the appearance of yourself that complete my boyfriend material expectations. well, maybe that's the reason why I don't enjoy watching romance movies. not just because they always talks about happily ever after that bores me, but also because those movies established my expectation on you become higher and higher.
so I treat you as well as I could because the other version of you treats me as if I'm the luckiest ******* the planet. but I still love you the same, tho.