Stella Polāris

....

You held my right hand lightly while we were strolling through the road beneath the moonlight; talking about everything, every single inside jokes and secrets of our own. Just two of us. Smiles and laughter. Your delightful eyes.

Moments later, as the clouds were showering, we ran through your bike and put on our jackets. We crossed the road swiftly on our way home as the winds were blowing up our heads, scattered by the showers flowing consequently. How can I unable to resist myself being so intoxicated in such a little bliss like this? 

You hugged me tightly, warmly, and whispered quietly through my little ear, telling me that you're thankful to have me. I was there standing still, lying my head on your chest while at the same time, cherishing your warmth and keeping my eyes closed firmly. 

But as I opened my eyes, widely, everything were perished. What I found was only you here, doesn't have any genuine feelings. I am not the one. Not the one and only for you. We're just... friends. Nothing more.

As I was still lying on my bed afterwards, the only one thing that wasn't perished is your warmth right here in my hand...