#19: See you!
Very often do I wish I had met you when I were much better than I actually was. Sometimes I wish we never met, but then I would never know you and the me you’ve shown me (I want to keep holding onto your belief that I can be someone ). “Stop pitying yourself. You are good enough,” you said to me. Silk eyes, crescent smile, moonlit rosaria cheeks, forest-calm countenance; immersed, I believed you. I really did. Thank you for not letting go when I was falling low. Thank you for letting me experience love and heartbreak. Thank you for your time. I am glad I met you. So, now—all I do when I look back is cherish the moments we’ve shared because just like you, time keeps slipping away through my fingers and I just want to photograph your fleeting figures before they fade into colorless silhouette whose presence I always feel, but can no longer recognize. I say, first love lasts forever but k...