Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
–"To the Moon" a poem by P.B Shelley
"Can you tell us something about her?" behind the camera was a lady spitting out questions while jotting down my answers.
Do people change? Does the good can be bad and the bad can be good?
Yes, just like the gloomy weather can instantly change when the sun isn't hiding from the clouds anymore.
Even the cruel killer can change his heart. A sudden change cannot be done alone you need someone to be the reason to leave the old you and depart to the new you.
"She's a gift." I answered. "A gift that is the reason why I always give a hundred and twenty percent." I added.
How come I can tell? I'm just as ordinary as busy people in the streets but I wouldn't have stayed being an ordinary guy without the love she gave me.
"You seem to be very much close." she commented.
I used to be at my worst point of life wherein I'm an outcast, a loner...a loser. I do not fit in any groups of people at that point I didn't care about the things upon and around me.
On this day forward I will promise her that I will be her man, I'll be forever be that man she created.
"Let us all stand up for the bride."
The Boy Who Loved La Luna
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