Moonlight
A few nights ago in one of my long conversations with him he told me the most beautiful thing about the moon. He told me to look at the moonlight. He told me that I see the light because it reflects off it to me. But that the light that reflects off of me goes back to get sent somewhere else. He told me that when I look at the moon that my light is on him and that his light is on me.
How could I not fall for a guy who says things like that? Things have been a bit rocky in his home life the last two days and we’ve had limited contact. It made me stressed out and anxious to not hear from him. But last night as I was going to a friend’s house I saw the moonlight shining through the dark night and I felt peace.
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