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This is just a silly confession of a boy who once fell in love with a woman so daring, yet so wonderful in every angle. No matter how I look in her eyes, the feeling I get was all the same. I'm theorizing that the best thing you can do is to fall in love with someones eyes because they never change. They're the same from the first time you saw them until the time they'll close their eyes and never open them again. I am telling you that this is a silly confession however, yet far from all the lies. Men and women are all the same when they fall in love. We can't stop thinking about that person, and we can't help but dream about them too. None of us are all innocent to that feeling-except if you are a kid whose 5 years existing in this world, of course. I'm writing you this in the middle of the night, where the stars stands out the most outside, where the cold breeze of the midnight's air touches your soft, gentle skin, because the moon reminds me so much of you. You are the moon and I am your star. I am so far from the likes of you, but still, my beating heart will always be dedicated to you. I'm one of the stars around you yet, unlike the other, I can't ever possibly go beside you. I was never your stalker, but I agree that I like seeing you around, coincidentally. I never stalked you or followed you whenever or wherever, but I do love it when I accidentally see you in the same park, enjoying the view of children playing, and of the nature. I love how you smile back then. That genuine smile that can not be replaced with anything in the world. That little gesture of yours was the one that most captured my heart. But the rush of my heart when you look me in the eye was the best part. It's like when a child gets a chance to pick the flavor of his or her ice cream; it's pure bliss. The moment when the wind touches your hair was the most exciting scene. Most girls would probably become mad because their hair got messed up, but you, oh, you were all smiling like it's the silliest thing ever in your life. You would grin at me and then you would let out that soft, little chuckle of yours that sounded like a piano piece of Bach or Beethoven or of anyone who's remarkably done good music to last an eternity. Oh no, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not in love with your physical gestures or anatomy, but i'm in love with you, wholly. Your eyes, your smile, your every gesture, and your capricious attitude. I'm in love with all of them although I can not exactly tell the reason. When it comes to reasoning the fact that I'm in love with you, that will be the time that I'll be stuck the most. I'll be stupefied. Perhaps there are no reasons or for there are so many of them, I cannot chose one that perfectly explains how and why I am deeply, madly, and crazy in love with you. -From a man in the distance (P.s this was posted on another website 4 months ago. If you want, you can check it out. ) (P.s this isn't the full version of this.Since I wrote this 4 months ago and posted it on another website before, yet now I decided to post it here and I didn't write the fullversion. Please note that this is a different one. Thank you.)