The moon and I converse, sharing secrets about the ways you drive me crazy. You force me to look within, frustrating me more often than I’d care to admit. Yet, we also discuss the depth of my longing to be in your presence, cherishing memories that are my most sacred thoughts.
The moon knows the thrill I feel when you stand behind me, your lips grazing my shoulder. She’s aware that my numbness to life dissolves the moment you set your sights on me. With your touch, fire ignites in my veins.
In the moon’s silvery light, I confide to her of the man who is bigger than the sky, feeling heard and understood with every word.
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