Isn’t it strange? You and I have gazed upon the same moon. A bright glowing orb, illuminating the dark night. A thin sliver, barely a crescent, floating so fragile against the night sky.
I may not know you, but if we have gazed upon the same moon. If we have both been captivated by that beauty—mesmerizing and hypnotizing—then we already have a connection. Is it silly of me to think so? Are my thoughts too romantic? So far from reality that something like this would be impossible?
The way the moonlight falls onto my skin from my window.. Fingers run up and down my arms, as if I could almost touch the light, make it tangible as I wade my fingers through the air.
I cannot be the only one to have thought these thoughts.. right?
