august 10. your shirt hanged loosely as i tried to tucked it in a short shorts. It was close to midnight. All i saw was grills and stairs. I felt the dusts in my feet. Earlier, i told Ansoy how beautiful the moon was and our endless desires of painting walls and eating Oreos. I buried my face between my toes, trying to hide my tears and my fears. I know that was it. It was inevitable. I stopped listening instead lingered at the beauty of the moon. Only then that you started crying did i had the courage to walk away. There was no slammed doors and hiccups between water glasses just a bus ride. There are days where i still miss you. Still think about you. But one has to always struggle to find the courage to be happy.