Confession

"I hope I could be someone who can make a confession easily."

"To confess what I feel, whatever I want regardless the risk that might follow."

You are in your room, alone at night. You turn off the light so you can clearly see the sky. There, you see a moon is shining brightly, and the stars are twinkling. You look at your reflection on the glass of window in front of you, and think how lonely you are.

Somehow the flashback appear in your mind. The flashback of sweet memories that was happened in your life. And there, you see a face of someone you missed. Someone that isn't in your reach anymore. Someone that you cannot have from now.

In your memories, he stands in front of you and gives his hand to you. The two of you are walking along a path that you familiar with. You have a little chat with him. He laughs and sees you in your eyes. Then, you stop talking and look at him and think, how lucky you are to have a person like him beside you by that moment. 

Suddenly your memories begin to blurry, there is no smile and laugh anymore. You just figure a man beside a beautiful lady dressed up in beautiful gown. Then you realize that you cannot remember her face. She is not you, nor anyone you know. But she looks pretty in her gown, and happy with the man you familiar with stands beside her.

Suddenly your tears drop onto your cheeks, reach your chin, and disappear. And again, another drop of tear is flowing through your cheeks. And you cannot see the moon again clearly. 

In the glimpse of low light of sky, you recall something important has lost from your life. And you travel back to the all moments when you are with him. At those moments, you realize that;

you never hold his hand, 

you never smile beautifully when he praise you,

you never say that you like him, 

you never ask him to stay by your side,

and you never do anything to proof your feeling towards him.

You walk alone in a dark path. At the end of the path you saw a picture of a moon surrounded by twinkling stars, and there also a reflection of someone at the picture. Then you recognize that person as you. 

You are back to reality. The tears flowing path on your cheeks is now dry. Your eyes open widely and you start to say something in the silence of the night.

"I never confessed anything. That's why he left me"