Yesterday The Moon Spoke To Me

We’ve read so many stories about how they loved each other so much yet they didn’t end up together. We wish of a love story that ends with a happily ever after but, we don’t believe in them. We relate more to how destiny got in between. We want to find someone perfect but let’s be honest, we also say life isn’t a fairy tale. It is the irony of life. Here I am again, wondering in the night, walking with the Moon, telling him what love feels like. Stupid me, telling the one who has loved for eternities about how love feels like. And even if he hasn’t been in love, I know he gets me; he gets what love actually is. He has seen so many people fall in and out of love. He sees how they sneak out of their house to meet each other at the park. He sees how broken she is when she comes out of the club crying after she sees her boyfriend kissing someone else. He stays up all night watching others. He listens to each one of them with patience. Some tell him how their first love broke their heart while others tell him how lovely it is to be in love. And so many people have fallen for him who says that they want to meet the human version of him. Moon has seen the birth and the grave of every love story ever. I wonder does he has one. I always ask him, “What’s your story?” He never says a word. I think there must be one. The one where he felt so alive that every cell of him was on fire. Then I question, does he ever go through a time when it felt cold and freezing; heavy as if the weight of the whole universe was on him? Yesterday I looked up and said, “Ever wondered how it would be like if someone loved you so much that they can spend a lifetime waiting for you if that means you’ll be theirs even for a second. Sounds like ‘it only exists in movies’ type of love, now doesn’t it?” Then he spoke, “Oh there have been lovers like this. Even I was one of them. Let me tell you how it began.” And I sat there in silence listening to him as he played his memories in the pale moonlight.