moonlit; he isn't the one who's eagerly  waiting for you to return home, in a balcony that has a tremendous view, of a tremendous city. he is the one you'll imagine- walking towards the car in the airport parking-lot. with kids having adrenaline rushes when they see him. he isn't the one who'd accept every word you say. he is the one who'd hold you, and tell you what you need to hear. you and him could've been perfect together. you can only imagine him asking your father for your hand in marriage. a boy with whom you'd like to nurture a family with. but luck never seems to be on his side. or yours. he was born a year too late, maybe for the best. he'd pretend to forget his birthday and you'd know exactly why. he'd be the one watching you when you leave until you board the vehicle that'd take you home. he'd say nice things to you but you still worry if they were genuine or out of pity. he's that teenager-the one you found, loved and lost.