I saw the way you looked at the moon. It might be a trap I set just to see what really caught your mind, but perhaps looking at the moon was too cliche.
I saw your gaze. I saw everything yet I conceal them within me.
It was a sweet memory, but I didn't intend to proceed it this year. Nor do I prefer for it to latch onto me for too long, because I know every time you steal a glance to look at me, it causes a turmoil inside.
I'm sorry, but I decided to put an end to it, even though I might will betray my own heart.
It was a good 7 months for the memories to reside within me. Thank you for everything.
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