the stars tell our story. as i walked the streets last nyt, not even a single star can be seen. the moon lit up the sky just for me to see that the stars are all covered with dark clouds. i did see this coming.
the letters tell otherwise. special characters in the end tell me everything’s fine. deeper into the night, the words changed, my most hated emotion was tickling me again. the value of honesty outweighed the confession itself but it doesn’t mean i didn’t get hurt. the lines typed are like daggers everytime it flashes on the window. at this point i’m thinking of pushing the “what-i-don’t-know-won’t-hurt-me” button. but i guess it’s for the best. pain is love as ja would say…
it’s not ok, but it’s ok. i just hope and pray the the frequency of these attacks will go down significantly. i love my star so much, the star that holds my heart for her to fill or burst. my love and joy, my forever, my pain. i’ll never leave you…
