It was a full moon. I remembered telling one of the bestfriends when I was 15 that the boy I love will always be like the full moon. He will always be up there. No matter how much I try to pull it to where I am, he will always stay up there. Beautiful, fixed in that position. Sometimes he will smile at me, surrounding me with his warmth. But after some time, he disappears
Like the full moon, the boy I love will always be up in my own pretty sky and regardless of how much I try to reach out for him, he always stays there
