I guess this chapter in me ends for now. I looked at shooting stars wishing that it will stay the same, for I think that these aesthetic stories that lie within these pages will never happen again. But I have to let go while holding on to the hope that, someday, it will again happen, that, someday, things will stay the same and will be better. Yes, I thought of this thing at first as somber, but now, I am enjoying this as if this is my last. I hope this is not my last, the moment this becomes my past it will continue to linger in my mind. I guess even though I write such dramatic poems and see myself in it, I am happy. I hope this will be continuous. Maybe you don’t understand me, but it is very clear to me. It’s just been a while since I last did these things. I am happy, for I found out facts, secrets, and things that I thought might undermine me someday but eventually made me better. Isn’t it ironic to know such things and to realize such things that, at first, you despise? Well, I am forced to learn it. Now I am a better person. There are so many things that I found beautiful in this chapter. But now all I have to do is face the new chapter coming in my life, cope up with it.