I stare aimlessly at the starry night sky. I see the moon--all bright, shining on the rest of the city by the light emitted by the sun. I stare and stare until I realized the moon is me. And the sun is you.
You used to make me feel that you shine because I shine on you.
Truth is, I rely on your light, I shine
because you shine on me.
Sometimes, I have this feeling that the entire universe is conspiring to break me.
You and I should have never met.
But we did, and I am broken all over.