I had friends. I had people to talk to. I had it all yet I craved for something. I craved for it so bad, for so long.
It was the Moon and I was just an another star.
I had no idea if I could ever be capable of reaching out to it, let alone having it. I only admired it secretly. I wrote songs about it. I would think of it when my days were grey. How do I possibly put the smile I wore at the thought of it in words...
My friends said I was a fool to long for something which isn't even aware of my veritable existence.
I was insecure of everything I was. I thought I wouldn't deserve something so beautiful like it. I was nobody, not even dust of the dark.
My love towards it grew firmer and stronger day by day rather than fading away. When I felt my heart throb harder, I realised I shouldn't hold myself back anymore.
My friends were as surprised as me when I waved at you from the basketball court. Haha, yes! You're the Moon of my life.
But will you let me be your favourite star?
