Last night I slept thinking that tomorrow will be better, because it should be. I looked at tomorrow positively. I was thinking I'm gonna be alright, I've experienced this kind of situation and I moved on pretty quickly. But here I am again, crying, thinking, and writing about you.
I realized that the pain and longing while being apart from you is incomparable. It's not like the past pains I went through. It's different. It's so painful because I have this uncertainty if you're gonna be back or not.
Until the tears washed off, they're gone. They're gone not because I feel better but because they ran out. I suddenly realized that once you were here, you're here forever like I am.
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Sun and Moon
Non-FictionJust like the sun; she's glowing and shining. A bright red color that symbolizes passion and fierceness. Until she meets someone just like the moon; peaceful and subtle. He's understated and he's there. She's there.
