Guilty

Dear someone,

You're sparkling, do you know that? Not in an Edward Cullen nasty sparkles/glitters way, but you're just sparkling there, running, smiling and shining.

Why don't you realize that? There are so many people who dying to claim that light, your light.

Even if you aim those lights towards me only, even if you show that only for my sake, but those people would be lingered around there, waiting for the tiny chance to slip in between.

And slipped, they did.

And shut, my mouth did.

But you refused them, even when they showed up with the most romantic and heart-melt and honest letter, you kept persisting to save your lights for me.

And fell, their hearts felt.

And guilt, my heart felt.