"I misread you. Well, this ain't the first time that I misread a person."
Summer cold and breezy night. There she was. Staring at the beautiful sky that full of stars. She was so mesmerised by the view that she was staring at. She was trying to put all the stars into one picture, trying to trace the face of his love. But it seems that she was having a hard time. Because she knew, that she was forcing herself into something that is not possible. She knew it all along, hoping that she could put it all together, with her.
(A/N: I thought I learned my lesson from my first heartbreak. But it seems like I was the same person here in this piece.)
