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Standing under the pale moonlight, my thoughts are drawn to your memory. I smile a bittersweet smile.

Wondering. Wishing. Willing.

Wondering the fateful coincidences that brought you to me. Wishing for light and chances. Willing our paths to cross permanently.

Fascination, it must be. The idea of you soothes away the ache of people past. Like the thin cloud that blankets the moon, the conundrum dulls and will never nullify. Perfectly imperfect.

“All I ever wanted to see is just invisible to me. All the time.”

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Trivia: Photo taken lomo-style at the Sembrano Residence in Ayala Alabang, Muntinlupa, Philippines, May 2009.