I sat by myself talking to the moon; all alone... The breeze was enthralling- it diminished every ounce of worry in me but when I felt a presence, my eyes flutter opened and I saw a brighter, a more beautiful moon next to me.
She looked much aesthetic under the moonlight which made my heart strings go haywire. I didn't have any kind of feelings for her, I was committed to my love of life but her presence sent me chills and I liked it somehow.
I didn't care I was alone with her, neither she spoke nor me; mostly my girlfriend used to leave me alone whenever I talked about spending time here. She wasn't- that soulful as I wanted my partner to be, but we loved each other too much.
Talking about this girl next to me, I don't know what's my relation with her, I don't even know her name. But as they say, relations are not only made by blood, it's made by hearts. So I closed my eyes again, wanting to know what exact relation I have with her and that led to series of circumstances, events, heartbreaks and when ultimately I found what exactly she was to me... I felt her walking away from me... Walking towards the moon. Leaving me behind.
Should I run behind her? Or should I just watch her walking away with tears in my eyes? Should I hold her hand and pull her to me? Or should I just go on my knees and beg her not to leave? What should I do?