Luvsociety

Tonight, everyone will be waiting for the moon. And I think I will be waiting too, just differently. Because whenever I look at the moon, I somehow end up thinking of you. Not because the moon looks like you. It does not. You were never something I could compare so easily. It is just that some things carry a certain kind of silence, a certain softness, a certain light, and somehow all of that takes me back to you. Maybe that is what love becomes with time. Not someone standing beside you all the time, but someone quietly becoming a part of the way you see everything. The moon feels different because of you. Rain feels different. Certain songs feel different. Even silence does. There are nights when I look at the sky and do not feel alone at all. Because somewhere between the moonlight, the memories, and everything I still carry inside me, you are there. Not in a way I can explain. Not in a way anyone else would understand. But enough for me. Tonight people will look at the moon through a sieve and make wishes for the person they love. I do not think I need to make one. Some wishes become too deep for words. Some people become too much a part of you to ever feel completely distant. And maybe that is what you are to me now. Not a memory I visit once in a while. Not a chapter I closed. You are in the way I look at things. In the way certain evenings become heavier. In the way some songs make me stop whatever I am doing. In the way I still look at the moon and instinctively feel like sharing the moment with you. So tonight, when everyone looks up, I will too. And maybe I will smile a little. Because the moon will be far away, shining quietly, asking for nothing, saying nothing. And somehow, that will remind me of you. Maybe love does not always need a hand to hold. Sometimes it simply needs somewhere to stay. And you have stayed. In my thoughts. In my habits. In the smallest parts of my days. In everything beautiful that still makes me pause for a second. So no, tonight I will not ask the moon to bring me anything. I will just look at it. And somewhere in that quiet moment, I know I will find you again. Not far away. Not somewhere else. Just here. Where you have always been. With me.