It's strange how life works. One minute you're working for your next piece, going about life as was before; the next you find yourself in love with someone you've never met. You spend days and nights thinking about that one person. Sometimes, you're in love with someone that you may never meet.
I never imagined my life would end up like this. I have work, media, fans, the group, . . . Now I have you. You make my day brighter without realizing it. You give me love when I need it. You never know what my day was like, but you manage to put a smile on my face despite it all.
I don't know what you look like. I know you're a beautiful person from how you speak. You're always gentle with others around you. You're patient and kind with the other members. I like that about you.
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They say the moon is the healer of our souls. Do you believe that? Do you believe the moon brings peace to people?
Sometimes when I have a stressful day, I'll go out on the roof of the building and watch the moon. How it slowly moves across the night sky, bathing the entire city in its soft glow.
I talk to the moon occasionally. My neighbors think I'm insane for doing so, but I consider it more I'm talking to you. I know you'll sleep under a peaceful sky like I am. I want you to hear my words through the beauty of the moon. Know I watch over you like a guardian angel, ready to protect you.
Where are you? Are you close by, but still far apart? Are you far away, residing in the peaceful light of the sun? I hope you're satisfied, wherever you are. The world is cruel to us for keeping us apart, but we can always stay connected wherever we are. Look up at the moon if you ever feel lonely. I'll be there, waiting to kiss you goodnight.
Do you hear me? I wait for you in the silent stillness of midnight. It's beautiful now; you can see everything for the way it is. There is no rush, no tempo. Nature takes things slow.
People are most vulnerable during this hour. Bridges are built, walls are demolished, pieces are mended. There are no masks, no lies, no holding back. What you see of a person in the hours of twilight is how they truly are.
Am I a fool? I sit here, talking to a heavenly body, hoping to one day meet the love of my life. I don't know if you ever talk to me too. I pray you do. I have hopes that the moon will bring us together.
I want you. I so desperately want you. I want to hold you, cherish you, sit under the moon with you, sing you to sleep. It pains me that we may never meet. You and I are from different worlds, with different goals and different complications. Do you miss me? I miss you.
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It's getting late, my sweetheart. I would love to stay and caress your soul to slumber, but alas, fate will not let me. I pray to see you when the birth of the sun paints our skies with the most beautiful of colors.
Saranghaeyo~
Sweet dreams, jagiya.
