They say each winter is a mystery for us. Either we meet new people or we loose our loved one.....
2 winters ago, Those cold nights were much warm for me. I felt an unfamiliar but soothing warmth unknowing the reason behind this feeling. But there was a reason for my warmth, it was the Moon, my lovely moon. Those November nights when I had him close to me, they were different. Back then my nights had no clue of time. It went like a willow because of having him next to me. But now, 2 winters have past since I felt that warmth, since my nights being not long enough to embrace all the warmth my moon had to offer to me. I guess I'll eventually fall in love these dark nights too, without looking for the warmth because the moon can never shine again....as once it ends, it's gone forever and can never be how it was before.
But, my heart still longs for the warmth of my moon, even after knowing that being too close to it, burned me alive. I guess my sky will never feel the same again without my moon. As much as I want to be close to my moon, I further run away from it after seeing my scars which still haunt me every single night. But, my heart still beats for the warmth of it even if it comes with the deepest scars that can never ever fade ;) Sometimes I fail to understand how our heart longs for a certain someone who shattered it into million pieces. But, then I realise it's stubborn and the heart wants what it wants ! It is willing to pay and price to feel so....
They say love is a feeling, I feel it's a shared delusion. The amount of love we have for someone is what truly makes them special. When you put your heart and soul into something it becomes special to you. But if that spark is gone, we notice that it was our love that made them special.
Difference always lies in the eyes of the beholder..... Some notice the moon as a celestial object of rock; while some look up to the sky as if it's the only force that keeps them going, some are busy criticising the scars while others can't stop admiring the shine and the peaceful glow that it brings to a dark night.
My mind has accepted the fact that my moon won't return anymore but what about my heart who's spent 2 winters longing for the warmth of the moon, my dearest moon. But what about my heart which thinks that it would never find anyone as bright as the moon, my dearest moon. 🌚
