UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

There’s nothing dearer to me and more precious than your love. When I wake each morning, the thought of you wraps around me like a soft, warm blanket, keeping the chill of the world at bay. I find myself lost in the memories of your laughter, the gentle cadence of your voice, and the way you see the world with those bright emerald eyes that hold galaxies in their depths.

I wallow frantically in your heart, feeling its rhythms etch themselves into my skin. It’s as if I’ve taken residence in a castle made of your emotions, twirling through joy and gliding past despair. Every beat, every flutter is a reminder that my existence is now intertwined with yours. When I close my eyes, I can almost hear those beats: steady and echoing, like a love song written just for us.

Your name on my lips is the sweetest sound—a hymn that quells the noise of life’s chaos. Whispering it into the quiet of the night feels like tracing my fingers over the constellation of our dreams. I often catch myself murmuring it when I’m alone, letting it linger like a delicate perfume, intoxicating my senses.

Tonight, I find myself sitting on the weathered steps of your favorite park, the glow of the full moon spilling silver light across the grass. It hangs there, a radiant spectacle, dancing desperately in vain, trying to duplicate the softness and innocence of your glow. I look up, momentarily captivated by the celestial display, but my gaze quickly falls back to the memory of your smiling face. How pale it looks compared to your blushing cheeks, always tinged with a hint of mischief, a lived expression of the joy you carry.

Hours ago, you were here reading on these same steps. The way the horizon kissed the day goodbye was a sight to behold, but it paled in comparison to the way your face lights up when you smile. With every word you let slip from those luscious lips, I could feel the fabric of my heart weaving itself into yours, the connection strengthening with each laugh we shared and each secret exchanged in the hushed whispers of night. As the moonlight dances, I feel an ache of longing stir within me. I wish you were here beside me, your shoulder brushing against mine as we share the beauty of this night.

When I think of you, it’s not just the love I crave; it’s the life we can build together, an intertwining of dreams and hopes. I imagine you showing me the kind of love that feels limitless, and it terrifies me just as much as it exhilarates me. I imagine you accepting my flaws, embracing them as if they are threads in the tapestry of who I am, creating something beautiful and unique.

It’s almost midnight now, and still, the moon seems to pulse with energy. I close my eyes, leaning back against the cool wood of the steps, and I can almost feel you here beside me. In my mind, I hear you breathe, soft and steady, and all at once, I am reminded—there’s nothing more precious than this love we could share.

And while the moon may glow brightly tonight, I know it will never match the incandescent joy you bring to my life. I whisper your name into the cool night air, letting it drift up to the heavens. I hope that somehow, somewhere, you can sense my heart reaching for you, just as I reach for the stars above, longing for the moment when we can be together.

In that whispered urgency, I find my truth: You are my forever, and I am yours. And as the moon continues to dance, I know in the depths of my heart that we will create a light that shines far brighter together. If only I dared to approach you and introduce myself. For now, I will continue to dream.