It’s time to face the music.
It’s time for me to stop being oblivious. He will not like me the way I like him, as I have thought for so long. He will not cross oceans or rivers just for me. He will not give me everything he has, because who am I to him? I’m just that person he sees at school. I’m like a wind; I will pass by him and leave fast all of a sudden, and perhaps never be remembered by him.
His blood will not travel to the moon and back just for me. It’s time to be realistic and stop living in this fantasy I’ve created.
There’s one thing I want him to be, though. I want him to be happy, and I think he will truly be happy with you; the girl he loves. The girl he’s willing to cross oceans and rivers.
He’s that type who will kiss you even when you have your morning breath. He will make you happy in times you’re stressed or sad. He will suffer in anything just to make you happy or feel contented. He’s willing to give everything to you.
I want you to accept his love deeply. I can see in his eyes that he will love you the way he will never love me. He will not give you sorrows or pain. For him, you are the most important thing in the world. He rarely finds someone like you; that means you are lucky.
Don’t waste the place you have that I wanted for so long.
Do take care of him too. Make him feel lovely. Return what he’s given to you, even in your small own ways. Know his likes and hates. Do everything that can make him happy. Treat him as if he’s the person you need to value more than anyone.
When I see him smile, it’s painting my world with vibrant colors. His eyes make my heart tremble in joyful symphonies. His voice so beautiful it lulls me to sleep. I’m so glad you will be able to see this more often. I’m so glad you will be able to snuggle with him every night. I’m so glad you will be able to kiss him and hug him so tight. I’m so glad you will make him smile. I’m so glad you will make him feel like he’s the luckiest person ever, because he has you.
I’m so glad you can make him feel these things I wanted him to feel with me.
Despite this, I will support both of you. I will support both of you in good or bad, and I’m hoping that whatever happens, your love for each other will forever stay strong.
He’s not really for me. I think I was just blinded by the brightness the stars contain, and was misdirected to him. He’s not the star that stood out in my universe. He’s not the art that supposed to make me feel something.
Maybe he’s somewhere out there in the universe, waiting for me to find him.