Admiring You Through the Twilight Sky

I never liked you, I just always chose to sit on the same bench when the sky turned orange. They say dusk is beautiful because it's fleeting. For me, dusk is beautiful because that's where I can stare at you without being seen.

I don't need you to know. I just know that every time the evening breeze passes, your name quietly passes through my head. Maybe tomorrow I'll still be here, not to ask, but to keep this feeling neat. As smooth as the light of dusk that never asks to be remembered. And if our paths never cross closer than this, see you at the point of destiny that is best according to God.

Greetings always compact.

By @midiagam