I tried to continue living the day after you told me that things between us have changed. Pretending it was alright, I still felt the void of your absence on my every day while enjoying other parts of my life. I still sit down by the clubhouse we used to spend the night whenever we had time together, looking at the sky, listening to your favorite song. I was expecting that you might feel the same way, and come over and accidentally meet me, but I always fail to see you there. You might not receive any message from me, but I still wonder how your day went, and I always wish it was wonderful just like how I used to feel when you were by my side. I miss those days. Even though an us didn’t exist, I miss how I was happy to feel inspired by you, how I was comfortable to tell you everything I feel, how peaceful it was to be by your side under the night sky while eating our dinner. I miss you in all aspects.
You were my only wish from the seven shooting stars I saw during the meteor shower we watched one time, and I still hope it would grant the love I ever dreamed of. How I wish I could turn back time or find another chance to get closer to you, to pursue you, and to eternally have you.
© jpethoughts, 2021
[photo taken from rottentomatoes.com]