Isn't it ironic to hold back tears when you're hurting on the inside because you don't want to ruin your skin care at night? It's also amusing to think that listening to music could also help calm your emotions and avoid further pain, but reading the same message you wrote for him slowly rips your heart apart.

I asked, "Can we meet tomorrow?"

"Sure," is the only response I received from him.

Nothing is wrong with it. It's a normal reaction, right? But I'm not sure why it seems so strange to me. I felt like I was making a big deal out of nothing yet again.

Is it wrong to always hope to be with someone you love after learning that he will be free of work the next day?

This is a major issue for those who miss their loved ones every damn minute of the day. They simply desired to spend time with you. They just needed your undivided attention more than anyone else. Is it really that bad? Then, I'm willingly accepting that I'm a bad person who is always at fault just for wanting to be with him all the time.

Alone in my room again, I sighed heavily, letting my head drop to lean on both of my knees. A single tear fell, followed by more, as the pain in my heart gradually increased. Why does this always happens at night? Why does my mind always overthink everything? What's wrong with me?

The door produced a gently creaked when it was pushed open. A small light slowly enveloped the dark room, but I didn't mind raising my head or looking at the person who provided me with light I needed right now.

"Hey."

When I realized who it was, my eyes slowly widened in disbelief, as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through my veins, rendering me temporarily unable to move an inch of my body.

"I brought Hershey's, your favorite chocolate."

I could feel his warm presence next to me. When I looked up to see his face, he caught my eyes as well, making him smile. I slowly raise my head to see how stiff he is sitting on my bed. I couldn't help but smile a little.

"I'd love to hang out with you tomorrow. Whole day? Or after lunch?"

"I want... whole day..." I grumbled. "Let's have a productive date tomorrow."

"Tell me, why are you still so beautiful with tears? Here, eat this chocolate to brighten your mood so we can have fun tomorrow."

As he handed me the silver-wrapped piece of happiness, he was offering me more than just a treat after I was lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. He was extending my lifeline, a gesture that spoke volumes. As the velvety chocolate began to melt on my tongue, my soul and heart locked the warmth and softness, thawing the icy grip of the night's doubts and worries. A chocolate worth existing for, making the universe paused for a moment!

"Thank you! This made me feel better!"

The beats of our hearts echoed in the room as there was silence. With every bite, I devoured not only the sweetness of the chocolate but also the assurance of a man who cared enough to know about my inner demons. The taste will forever lingered in me as it became the symbol of comfort, and whenever I start to overthink, I will remember this moment and unwrap a piece of silver foil chocolate to create a magical moment.