Who would have thought that watching the sunset gets this tiring. Beautiful. But tiring.
As I sit on the couch facing the glass wall of the artsy coffeshop, the sun tries to bid goodbye on the wet land covered by the gloomy clouds floating in the sky. Its rays give that warm highlights on the clouds' silver lining. A sign that another day is about to end for some, while it meant beginning to a few. And here I am stuck in the middle.
I glanced carefully at you in front of me as you block the light passing through the glass which forms your silhouette. The long bridge of your nose and the faint smile formed in your lips never gave justice to the sun's magnificent exit. Your beauty is reinforced by the sun's sad glow.
I looked down and calmed down all the thoughts flowing in my head into a piece of vacant canvass as my fingers fidget every letters. As those letters became words, and words formed phrases and sentences and paragraphs.
I smiled and looked up to see that you're gone with the sun. Like a bubble popped into the air. And left me with awe of the dark blue mystery presented by the yellow-stained horizon. You're gone now and I can no longer exert any effort to find you back. For tomorrow I will find you on the same spot, doing pretty in front of me and would still leave me when the cold night strikes.
I am loving you from afar and I love the loving part.
But I hate the tiring feeling.
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