I’m always Starry Night. And you are each agonizingly beautiful brush stroke. I know people haven’t treated you like they should have. Look around you. None of those things matter to me. I made a lot of mistakes. One of the biggest was letting you believe you weren’t the stars in my sky. I’ve carried you in my heart every day since you first lived there. Don’t ever forget it.
And some days I laugh out at myself for being too melodramatic when life could be simpler and happier if "I'm not way too focused on myself that I forgot there's a bigger universe out there who doesn't give a damn if I'm emoting too much of my emotions" and instead redirect myself on people and stuffs who badly needs attention and love. Sometimes I forget it's not really good to seek too much attention. Sometimes, it just really feels good to be invisible and unfeeling. Sometimes, it just really feels good when I could heal myself properly without being so self-centered.
