A Journal of Feelings

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When I walked out of the office earlier today, I saw the moon, bright and full. 

The sky was midnight blue, with the little sparkles from stars.

I didn't catch a single cloud chasing their shine.

It's probably their day off haha.

It was a beautiful scene.

I was smiling instantly.

I was enjoying my ride home.

I drove as slow as I could.

The moon was still there, watching me crossing one part of the city

to the other part.

I couldn't help but drive slower.

Its company made me happy,

so I wanted to spend more time together.

My mind was busy thinking about my trip to Jogja this weekend.

It will be a bridal shower for my best friend who is getting married by July.

I couldn't wait to hop on the train and have a blast.

But my eyes still chased the shadow of the moon.

They kept stealing a glance from the rear view mirror.

The wind was cooler.

The road was half empty.

My mind could wonder far.

But my heart stayed by the silver moon.

I was on the corner of my neighbourhood when it ambushed me

There he was, a big round silver ball hanging right above me

Stars were scattering around with dimmer light,

as if admitting the magnitude of the moon,

making a head turner scene together,

conspiring to stop my universe and be still in a moment.

I was stopping for 2 minutes, trying to memorised every little detail of the show.

There I was, in the middle of the street, feeling a gentle and subtle warmth reaching my chest.

I felt happiness just by admiring and watching from a far.

After all, it's never been mine in the first place.

The moon was there to share its beauty with those who were looking up and wondering.

But the feelings I felt were for me to treasure.

That beautiful scene on the corner of the street was for me to enjoy.

I'm glad I met him tonight.

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