With love, Luna

talk again

i'm still thinking about him.

there was nothing special about our conversation that night but i remember him singing a song and the next thing i knew, i was telling a story while he willingly listened and for a brief moment, i was heard.

i was so comfortable that talking to him felt natural. there's something in him that i can't point out and so longed for his presence. i longed for the conversation we've left off, waiting for the tomorrow that i'll be able to say, "finally, it's you again."