Love; To the moon and maybe not back.

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I was 16, and just moved from the border of the country to this new world call "The City"
I was so excited to see, like I was blind before.
I was so excited to feel as if I cant feel before.
I was so excited to live. 

This new world, "The City" has me fascinated, everything here including love is so Something.
Something  I can't ever imagine nor comprehend.



A few months in this new magical and vase place, I came across Something.
It was A boy and of course, I met "a boy" before but this time it is different.

A boy made my stomach feels weird like I was eating the purest thing on this earth.
A boy speaks to me like poetry that is sang by the mermaid. 

"We took a trip to the moon"

We merge, combine or fit as like two puzzle pieces,
And as a puzzle usually when they fit, they stick... together.
"A puzzle of Young love" We said.

You probably read enough to know Young love doesn't really end well. Predictable.

A boy started to lose the poetic-ness when talking to me and somehow A boy does not make my stomach feels weird anymore.

For the 1st time, the subject accounting that I study in university wasn't the thing that made me confused and feels dump anymore.
Somehow A boy made me feels way worse. 

It was supposed to be To the moon and back together, I thought, but A boy went to the moon with me but far beyond without me. 

I was smart enough to make a rocket ship in order to reach A boy but for some reason, I won't. 

Do you think I am dumb or smart?  

It was supposed to be To the moon and back... together but A boy left me.
And for me who was left on the moon, I didn't go back even when there the rocket ship, I had built.
I chose to stay or stuck? on the moon with the rocket ship that I built to reach A boy.
Even when there are other boys who came to ask I   To the moon and back together, I reject.

Some of you may see me as Smart and some may see me as Dumb.
I see both.

Thank you.
And if you are on a trip with someone to the moon, I hope you two reach there and back together.
Sincerely,
Your internet friend

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