A Mid-November Daydream

When I was sixteen, the world told me to keep my heart away from literally everything. It was pathetic, I lived in a place so narrow that meeting new people was almost impossible. All night, I was staring at the sky believed no one would ever come to my life while bringing a light as bright as the stars up there.

Until I met you.

One day between such a complicated feeling. I was angry, dissapointed, sad, yet glad and grateful at the same time. It was dreamy.

I'm sure we could have been talked a lot if only I had the courages or capable to speak in your language. You came as a figure whom I could only see from afar, a figure whom I could only glance to without expecting too much.

But the sixteen years old me was naive, innocent, and easily fall into one simple smile.

You smiled. And I thought it was the most beautiful smile I've ever seen with my own two eyes.

Years passed while I still keeping my heart awayーexcept that I decided to keep you smile inside it. Because the world told me that we may not see each other again.

Samstag, 2. Februar 2019.

hvnlysprng

ーthe sun is shining but the rain drops with another nostalgic mid-November daydream.