Here comes the night while both my eyes do not yet fall asleep.
In the muteness of the night, I hereby sit and think about how yesterday we met in a temporary eclipse after we have parted for few weeks due to the different rotation we are running.
Last night, together we accompany each other with the stories of yours and mine.
We had the storybook of McQueen and his friend Mater, which is also your favorite movie, got along with us in our reading together session. However, I was the one who read, whereas you only listened and asked questions.
I hope that you were able to pick some lessons from the storybooks I have read to you.
Then, you lingered yourself into my cuddle during some minutes. Before, I used to love counting the duration of this magical moment from one to five. However, you always forbade me to not counting up until you wanted to release me by yourself.
In fact, if only you know, I never want to release you from this beautiful cuddling. The cuddling from two small arms that are so tight yet always strengthens my heart.
The cuddling that empowers me, when I almost give up.
The cuddling that encourages me when I was afraid.
The cuddling that really warms me up when I feel cold.
O Little Star, this cuddling will remain felt here although my rotation has shifted from you.
I beseech you; let your light continue to shine thus it will shine me within these half distances between us.
Good night, Little Star…
VZ, Dili, March 13th, 2016