Which part is just a one-night stand, and which is my true self?

It's a strange, yet sweet feeling to realize that you can be funny, scary, tender, and dangerous all at once.

Today I watched a couple walking hand in hand, and I wanted to know their story.
Sometimes people are like costumes—simple and understandable on the surface, but inside there's a whole world no one knows about.

I want to tell you my little things: what books I read at night, what songs I play when no one's home, and why sometimes I just want to cry from the overwhelming emotion.

But I want you to think, maybe this was all written just for you.

So that your name is in this story, even if you don't know it yet.

I like to play with ambiguity: I can joke about ghosts, but really talk about those we've lost, about regrets and new chances.
We're all a little ghosts of our own lives, sometimes wandering in the past, sometimes rushing into the future.
But the night, when everything is possible, reminds me: let's not hide.
Let's laugh until we're hoarse, kiss under the streetlamp, tell each other little confessions.
Let this evening be a celebration not only of noise and costumes, but also of those quiet moments when you hear another person's heartbeat.

If you have someone special by your side right now, I'll be happy for you.
Then I'm sending you a piece of paper wishing you courage: be bolder in your desires, be gentler with yourself, and remember, sometimes the most beautiful thing you can do is take off your mask first.
I'll be there in this imaginary courtyard, holding a light to help you take that first step.

If our paths ever cross in real life, I'll recognize you by the way you smile when you think no one's watching.

For now, keep my smile in your pocket, and may it warm you on a cold Halloween night. 🎃🖤