Soft Kisses in the Midst of Sunset
Everyone’s first crush; were born from the narration of compassionate words and thousand of kisses in the midst of sunset; a long story that we joyfully listen to once again after 987 times; a simple yet addicting lullaby we are always excited to sing before going to bed; a song consist of kind and happiness; a color that sparks love and youth. And that’s how you are being painted in my clumsiest mind.
I didn’t have the courage to tell you about how good you were at art, math, and physics. Pretty sure you’ve received the compliment from other admirers, while I was the shy one.
You were the sun that everyone chase while I was just living in my own little bubble. We were living in two different worlds, one consisting of fame and laughing and one consisting of questions here and there.
Loving you felt like repeating the same song all over again. I knew when it starts, what lyrics will be coming for the next minute and second, and knew how it end yet I still gladly repeated the same phase for another ‘once again’.
I wish I have forever just to see the constellation in your eyes, I wish I could spend the evening enjoying our favorite tea, I wish I have a long night just to do stargazing at the highest place in town, with you and only you. I wish I have the courage to tell you how you mean to me.
I don’t mind if it’s unreciprocated until the apocalypse. Because what should stay, should stay.
I loved you dearly. I loved you even when you resembled those daydreaming.
