Sometimes I miss you, just as the sun misses the moon.


It’s funny to think I used to associate you with the moon.

How you are a water sign, and how I could use the same words to describe the moon and you. How my fire was as intense as the sun, while your light was as soothing as the moon’s.


I remember the nights when I watched the moon changing her phases. And how coincidentally, we would meet on the full moon nights. That was how I associated the moon with you. And on the nights that we couldn’t meet, the moon filled your absence with her company.


There is little meaning to the moon now that you’re not here. But it still gives off the same light, the same comfort.

With her radiant glow, she has filled many empty nights with your remembrance.


The stars bear witness to the passion that led to this.


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