I am harboring the feeling called love.

A difficult emotion, one that I cannot easily speak of to anyone.

For some, love might be a warm and heart-stirring feeling, while for others who are experiencing fading love, it could be the fear of facing a goodbye. I held this small, delicate feeling inside my chest.

Under the shade of the blue Milky Way spread across the night sky, I gazed quietly at the young lady who lay asleep in her bed.

"Mmm...”

White hair. Sharp eyes. With her angelic face as she slept, she held tightly onto the bracelet I’d …