I remember the days of my struggle letting Yuzu love me. Even I am now living in a village house with a stray cat I found on the way home from college. Still, a night without her is empty. Bland, tasteless, and I can't feel any romantic things here and there. As I looked at my ceiling and to the skies above me, it seems that even in farthest of ranges, love will always find its way to us or vice versa. Last night, Yuzu came and told me she wants to live her life here - away from the prying eyes, apart from the fakeness we had to endure. I said, yes, you can live with me, and she began to cry in happiness - it has been a long, long time since we last met and since the first and the last farewell.
We are a being that trapped in endless cycles of uncertainty called life. It depends on your actions, and when you're trying to fix it, it keeps broken and broken. Shiba, my cat, and I always enjoyed the night's skies as it was our friend of the night. Shiba loves the night's sky because she likes to look at one of the stars and purr on my lap - trying to doze off. The night sky is perfect for anything. Late night running, early morning jogging, or even a walk across the paddy field, it's all began to become my top things to do when there's nothing I can do or anything productive. Thanks to the night's sky, I am renewed. All of the problems I have with Yuzu gone after a few night walks and singing along to a song that I like most. Not that I began to forget Yuzu, of course. Her presence is strong in my mind, my heart, and my soul.
Even in the middle of the night, there is a beauty that I probably didn't care or that I miss. My raven-colored hairs might not as glowy as in the day, but sure it is a bit more dreamy in the evening. In one late night sitting, I can ask the sky everything I'd like to ask, the Milky Way, is visible on the paddy field and it was beautiful. A thing that people didn't care much for their entire life is holding a beauty that only it can share its meaning to us all. Shiba always put her head on my lap while her body rests on the back porch's wooden tiles. Back porch of this house is my favorite place to see the sky. It gave you the full view of it and kept your mind occupied with lovey-dovey stuff that you would not find it anywhere else. It's like reading a letter from your literature-approached friend, but you didn't know one or two things about it and wanted to know more.
Yuzu's dedications and commitments made it easy for the night sky to record it all. From the first day, we met and became sisters to the point where I have to let her go because an arranged marriage is coming for me. It's hard for her to know that I only left her a note instead of interpersonal hugs and kisses, and probably crying together for the best of both of us, ever since then, I could not forget and don't know how to repay her efforts to get myself on the same level as hers. One particular matter that bothers me most is when Shiba stared the northern part of the sky endlessly. She thinks that there's something on the north that she'd like to know and to inform me about it, that black cat with subtle white spots knows metaphorical stuff better than I do. Hmm, the more I think about it, the more I think of Yuzu.
There she is, sleeping on a futon. I would like to take her to the rice field, across the back porch, but what about the questions I should ask? Isn't it unusual when you don't know a single thing about feelings talking about it with someone who knows better and relates to it every day? Maybe I ask her something fundamental; I don't want to complicate things whenever you can make it simple, right? Yuzu decided to stay at my village home to recover her strength and to meet her younger sister as well - it has been three years since we last met, and sure, even the shortest farewell when mixed with feelings and metaphorical writings, you get the idea. I guess college life didn't change both of us very significantly, just a slight adjustment to feelings, emotions, and how we relate to it. I took another look at the sky above and asked. What is it like to sleep with her under the night's sky? Wouldn't it be romantic?