This is a story about the encounter, mutual understanding and... Separation between an introverted soul and a blazing light. I use the first person to record those undeclared love, those sleepless nights, those letters full of love but turned into ashes, and the boy who always shines on the stage but is blurred by tears in my eyes. It turns out that some encounters are destined to be missed; some warmth is temporarily borrowed to remember the coldness of a lifetime.
Intention: To do good and never give up