I don't remember the reason
I just passed through the question
And found myself

Listening to the advice of a poet
I dare
Follow his footsteps

He introduced me to the quiet,
To the space and to the words he's saying in between
the words he says and chose not to say

While listening, I noticed
that he criticizes himself
Stopping for a moment.
Taking a deep breath
And continued

I observed him
Finding myself following his sad eyes
Those eyes that avoid others'
To meet mine

It's there on the untouched piece of paper; a single line

It's not just a smudge
But a trace of what could have been

When you see him, don't be surprised when he doesn't notice you
You see, He used to believe in wishing stars
He used to believe in the magic of the moon
He used to believe in the words of love
He used to believe in love

But a something or someone broke his heart and left him for granted
Now, his smiles are the fakest ones
His heart crushed into a million pieces

So when you see him, don't be surprised when he doesn't notice you fast
Instead, be there for him
Hug him and if he lets go, hug him again tighter
If he runs away, chase him over and over again
Make him see that in every "I love you" there is pain but there is also happiness

You have to make him believe in wishing stars
You have to make him believe in the magic of the moon
You have to make him believe in the words of love again
You have to make him believe in love

Love him, and he will love you back
Never give up