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⊱ ─── {.⋅ The Light of The Show ⋅.} ─── ⊰
I don't always stay in the light, somehow things are just too bright-- blinding, exciting, and wild.
The stage I stand on, walk on, act on-- whatever and wherever, the spotlight will always follow. I don't mind the excitement, the attention but everything has its limits, however even so, the show must go on.
But, there are things that I enjoy, which people, in the contrary, may find boring. But, it's alright. To me, this feeling shines, even without the help of the light.
Eyes as blue as the sky, smile--most dashing and sweet. Small words, small talks, and small gestures. Lovely notes that stay ringing in my ears.
To see you, to be with you-- I can never feel satisfied. To hear your voice, to laugh along-- euphoric moments of us just talking about nothingness. Nothingness that seems like everything.
The feeling that shines without a light, the feeling that doesn't need another word to spite-- it will shine, it will gleam, and it will glow. The little things, quite big actually, will always show.
Adoration? No. Admiration? No. Infatuation? No. What feeling--emotion, could ever shine so brightly by itself?
With you, I feel like I'm under the spotlight, and feel butterflies that I can never stop from coming. Your little words, your simple gestures-- they always give me wings to fly free, and feel happy.
The little mistakes that I make, the little mistakes that I hate. You never found them offensive, or ugly. You'd smile and laugh it out and help me bid goodbye to my self-doubt.
The stage that I once hated, I have loved. The attention that once scared me, now brings me peace. From the little moments, to longer durations, You have helped and showed me that my fire can still burn as bright as it used to be.
Despite my fear of being alone, you taught me, you told me that I was strong--that I am strong.
Moments that I once felt scared of, I now enjoy. Moments that only had you and me, always brought me joy. Moments that I am with you, always felt like a show. Your light, it just shines so bright. It shines brightly, but it's subtle and warm, serene and beautiful.
The small conversations we had, the playdates at the mall that you planned just to make me smile, the little laugh you make when I make a mistake, the tiny details that you notice and praise-- I'm grateful to have been part of your life, though it was only temporary, you have made me happy.
Days you stayed at the park, just to watch the trees shed their leaves, they were spent with me. The day you met me, the coincidental crossing of our paths, it brought the both of us joy and serenity.
Days you stayed seated on the bench, talking to me about her, and me talking to you about me. We've crossed paths to show each other's space, the holes we never knew were only made out of fright. We've both learned that in the light there is darkness, and in darkness, there is light.
I used to avoid the light, it was too bright-- blinding, exciting, and wild. The stage that I ran away from, I still stand on. The excitement and attention, I now don't find so suppressing.
The trees that you used to watch shed their leaves, will always grow anew, and bloom bigger than before. The fire that burned has been lighten up, burning night and day, but stay bright and calm-- never letting itself burn out at the light of others.
Your voice that became a melody, the smile that became my remedy, the words that became my reminders. I still have yet to keep, for many more days, and years longer.
We crossed paths, and went through the intersection-- we were stuck in heavy traffic, but now, we both go on with our own roads.
You've nourished, and I've lightened. And thus now, The show we once had, has ended.
