My Person

How much effort does a pair of teary eyes need to imagine a sky of stars on a rainy day? It is the distance of a heart to find a person. My person.

Things have change after that, when I hestitate during the play. Then it turns out to be weird like how my left hand hold onto my right hand. I said I am sorry infront of your open window, as if I am saying it in front of you. I know you will be there for me, when I need you. But I know you can't be there, everytime I need you. You don't belong to me. Only. Though I remember the advices, the things you taught me, the songs you shared with me and the stupid faces you showed.


It was a late night summer when I thought I was the only one again, not daring to talk to anyone. I wonder if anyone else has the same problem. Or am I the only one that has to be counting on myself.

And you came and look at me. Then I know I will never walk alone.