Unsteady

 

The sky has gone dark

yet I wish to keep talking to her.

I can feel my lashes weighing my lids down.

Don't wanna close'em, I wanna stay up.

Don't want this to end

Cause what I have now is rare.

Is it love!?

No, it doesn't feel the same as they say.

It's like she holds the key to my happiness. 

I write a lot about her today

I'm scared if the pages would go blank tomorrow. 

Note: I asked a friend of mine to tell me what she felt,

She understood the character

she understood what I meant. ❄

Danke, Mitsuha... it feels good deep down 🧊