I look up the sky and I see an almost starless night. But it isn’t cloudy; in fact it is a fair night. The wind blows and I feel it in my heart. I look at him, that guy beside me. Through the faint light of the lamp post, I see him smiling. I look away. I fix my eyes upon the sky as I linger through my thoughts. And then I wonder, I wonder why if we were both under the same sky, why can’t I see you now?

    The wind blows again. This guy and I feel cold. He doesn’t know I feel colder inside. We were sitting on a bench by the lamp post by the tree. It was a serene night; perfect for a romantic scene. But it would be better; it would be really romantic, if he were only someone else.

I came home a quarter to eight, teary eyed. I headed straight to my bedroom as always and there I cried. I buried my face on my pillow to prevent anyone from hearing my sobs. Then I went in front of the mirror and continued crying there. I saw that image again, the one I have already seen months ago, the face of a pitiable creature crying out for the same old reason again. I felt my face heating up with the tears tracing the same old path of sadness on my cheeks. I wish I could just let these all out at once and get rid of it forever. But it is not that easy. I wish it were. And I wished I could talk to anyone except my reflection but there was nobody to talk to.