I was standing on the balcony outside my bedroom, and I wore sumptuous silk pajamas.
Lately, I've been spacing out too much because I found her.
"On this night, the sky is filled with pretty stars. I hope you see them too, and I still remember your words."
'Can we meet again? See you again.'
It was sincere.
It's really good to hear your voice.
Your genuine smile flushed my mind, and the way you looked at me reciprocated.
My heart was aching, and I looked down.
"...Sena."
I'm trying to figure you out, what it'd be like to be yours.
The warmth of you and me shook its happiness.
I've never been in love before, so I'm not quite sure how to put this.
I start to be able to see something, and it leads me to something else.
For starters, happiness means different things to different people.
When I look at them, I wonder what I have felt and why I don't feel love for them.
Rivalry. Replacement. Lust.
Fame. Harsh. Violence.
For me, it was insignificant.
Why did they go for the wrong thing?
I used to wonder why they could never be happy.
I used to ask myself, "Is someone not enough? Why do they mess up everything in a relationship? Is accepting flaws and mistakes that hard?"
Such a burden: unloyalty, unfaithful, untrustworthy. Unvalued. Betrayal.
Where did they get that kind of habit, or what they called a thrill?
Why do they hurt others?
The more I know, the more I learn.
I learned that I'm afraid it will be done to me. I don't want that kind of notion.
To the point where I hated getting involved with them. They're wasting their time over someone.
I feel pity for them.
I guess everything is stimulating when they are still young and enjoying their youth until they focus on it. Until they offer themselves to someone who's planning to leave in the future over a simple physical touch.
Unaware feelings.
To those who are left behind, who are serious,
I sympathize with them.
I feel sorry for them to the point where I want to change their trauma, but I can't.
So I'll just stay away and support them from behind, but the more they suffer, the more miserable they become.
I admire them from afar for how strong they are and how hard they try.
I respect them so much because they don't blame anyone, even though they didn't want to repeat their previous relationship.
It can't be helped, some things are not meant to be.
They're considering it the wrong person and the wrong time.
The world is so big, it's hard to find someone who is kind, good, and has a beautiful soul, someone gentle.
It's not our fault who we will face.
May they follow their hearts, and may they find the right person.
Our almighty God created us, it's a sign that we're not alone.
We love because he first loved us.
We're improving his world and we're contributing.
Some of his people are creating words that symbolize them.
Who cares about the title?
They just love each other.
It may be uncalled for them, but I admire how they ignore it, their pride, their peace of mind, and their maturity.
My tears are shallow.
They're really strong, unlike me.
I'm afraid of society; it's affecting my health.
I envy them for being committed.
Having someone by their side is enough, walking through hardship, helping each other, comforting each other, creating memories, and traveling.
That's a beautiful thing.
We learned that one of the most important things we should learn is to be content.
Platonic love exists, and healthy relationships exist.
Romantic love has ulterior motives, but what I see is that some of them are temporary.
Their beautiful body will be broken when their productive love is born. After their relationship, they'll divorce each other and find someone again.
Really, life just never goes how one wants.
After thinking, my eyes start to fill up with tears, and I look up to the sky.
"Can I love someone more than anyone?"
— God, please let me.
I was standing on the balcony outside my bedroom, and I wore sumptuous silk pajamas.
Lately, I've been spacing out too much because I found her.
"On this night, the sky is filled with pretty stars. I hope you see them too, and I still remember your words."
'Can we meet again? See you again.'
It was sincere.
It's really good to hear your voice.
Your genuine smile flushed my mind, and the way you looked at me reciprocated.
My heart was aching, and I looked down.
"...Sena."
I'm trying to figure you out, what it'd be like to be yours.
The warmth of you and me shook its happiness.
I've never been in love before, so I'm not quite sure how to put this.
I start to be able to see something, and it leads me to something else.
For starters, happiness means different things to different people.
When I look at them, I wonder what I have felt and why I don't feel love for them.
Rivalry. Replacement. Lust.
Fame. Harsh. Violence.
For me, it was insignificant.
Why did they go for the wrong thing?
I used to wonder why they could never be happy.
I used to ask myself, "Is someone not enough? Why do they mess up everything in a relationship? Is accepting flaws and mistakes that hard?"
Such a burden: unloyalty, unfaithful, untrustworthy. Unvalued. Betrayal.
Where did they get that kind of habit, or what they called a thrill?
Why do they hurt others?
The more I know, the more I learn.
I learned that I'm afraid it will be done to me. I don't want that kind of notion.
To the point where I hated getting involved with them. They're wasting their time over someone.
I feel pity for them.
I guess everything is stimulating when they are still young and enjoying their youth until they focus on it. Until they offer themselves to someone who's planning to leave in the future over a simple physical touch.
Unaware feelings.
To those who are left behind, who are serious,
I sympathize with them.
I feel sorry for them to the point where I want to change their trauma, but I can't.
So I'll just stay away and support them from behind, but the more they suffer, the more miserable they become.
I admire them from afar for how strong they are and how hard they try.
I respect them so much because they don't blame anyone, even though they didn't want to repeat their previous relationship.
It can't be helped, some things are not meant to be.
They're considering it the wrong person and the wrong time.
The world is so big, it's hard to find someone who is kind, good, and has a beautiful soul, someone gentle.
It's not our fault who we will face.
May they follow their hearts, and may they find the right person.
Our almighty God created us, it's a sign that we're not alone.
We love because he first loved us.
We're improving his world and we're contributing.
Some of his people are creating words that symbolize them.
Who cares about the title?
They just love each other.
It may be uncalled for them, but I admire how they ignore it, their pride, their peace of mind, and their maturity.
My tears are shallow.
They're really strong, unlike me.
I'm afraid of society; it's affecting my health.
I envy them for being committed.
Having someone by their side is enough, walking through hardship, helping each other, comforting each other, creating memories, and traveling.
That's a beautiful thing.
We learned that one of the most important things we should learn is to be content.
Platonic love exists, and healthy relationships exist.
Romantic love has ulterior motives, but what I see is that some of them are temporary.
Their beautiful body will be broken when their productive love is born. After their relationship, they'll divorce each other and find someone again.
Really, life just never goes how one wants.
After thinking, my eyes start to fill up with tears, and I look up to the sky.
"Can I love someone more than anyone?"
— God, please let me.
