Let me tell you a story
I never feel this full and empty after the concert ended. But one thing for sure is I was beyond happy, I am having more than just a happy emotion. For my heart celebrate something I waited for months, and wish I have a long duration to live for more.
Time seemed to bend, we were no longer oneself, but a wave of excitement as if we shared the same light of tunes. The rear view was far from reaching those starry eyes, but seeing you in your element was one of the enjoyable moments I have to hoard within my own eyes. Your sharp dancing toes, gleeful smile, playful line, shift footwork, crowds chanting, and the love I poured — it lingered a little longer than the last concert I saw you.
There was a moon yesterday, and I realized that what shone was not always the moon in the day, but the dreams you hold to achieve. And how your eyes crinkle into crescent shapes when you saw the fireworks bursting in the air — I saw the poured dreams in you.
The amount of pride I have for you comes easily, yet it is like a jar full of hopes. As I was warmed by the fire of outburst passion you carry through the show, I think of how far you’ve come, how much thing you’ve endured through the leap, because by that I am able to learn more of what dreams are made of. And once I get going, we have more than one thing to talk about until our path crossed once again.
In the form of comfort and adoration, I was there to cherish with immense joy I took willingly — in any way I can, I hope by the time the curtain closed, you know that you are loved basking in the adoration of lights.
One day, I will come to you in a quiet glance. I could retell what had been emptied and fulfill, and let me tell how you did wonderfully the fact you really go after you dreams. By then, let’s keep diving and getting stronger to carry all the waves as a present of life, my seven stars.
Thank you for saving me when I’m about to drown
Until next time.
