Everything That Never Happened - One Shots

Look At The Moon

 Do you remember when I got grounded and my parents took my phone away? If I wasn't sure I loved you before, I would definitely know after that.

I recall reading a physics book when I got distracted, as usual, and started looking through my window. The buildings were so high and I could see what felt like almost the whole town from here. It was late, and there were so many lights from cars and Christmas lamps. The town looked different. As a matter of fact, everything looked different after I met you. It all gained colours. You painted all my grey skies and my colour blind world. Nothing ever seemed so bright. And I loved it with every piece of my heart.

When I first told you I lived in a very high apartment,

"It must be very beautiful to look to all the buildings and people from up there", you said.

I remember, on this specific day, the moon looked terrific. It was big, shiny, it was bright white with rusty remnants with clouds all around it, that seemed like a mysterious mist and I could not stop thinking about you.

You are not big, shiny and, obviously, not white. But it was so gorgeous that I thought I had seen your eyes up there. Your small and expressive eyes, those eyes I always look at, and say "I love you" to. The same pretty eyes that hypnotize me in ways I cannot even explain. The ones that don't get out of my head all day and, at night, haunt me in my once pacific dreams. I could not stop thinking about how incredible would it be to be looking at the masterpiece our God, in which we believe, made, together, with our hands intertwined. I could actually hear the sound of the silence you would be making, if that even makes sense. You were never a talkative person, but even your silence was different from others. The sound of your silence wasn't awkward, uncomfortable or weird. It was a pacific quietness. It showed tranquillity.

And thinking about how beautiful it would be to share a moment like this with you, I had to tell you to look to the moon. I remember how I took my mother's phone and texted my best friend, just so she could tell you I asked you to look to the moon, because I didn't know your phone by heart. You must have thought I was crazy, back then.

I don't know if you even know how much I love the space, the stars and planets, but the fact that I could not stop looking at the moon without you popping up in my head made me understand nothing in the whole world, in the whole galaxy would make me forget you. And I looked to the moon and thought, my God, why have you waited so long to show me a love so pure like this? So pure, that even on the most mundane things such as the moonlight, I keep imagining us just looking at it together. I didn't imagine a big house, fancy clothes, children or sex. I imagined us eating little marshmallows while looking at our big satellite lying on a blanket. I knew I didn't need anything else to be happy.

On the day after this, I asked you if you had seen the moon yesterday. When you answered, that was when I realized I would never have you. You would never see me as I see you or think of my eyes while looking at the sky. We would never lie in a blanket and hold hands in your calmness. You won't ever love me, and it took that long to figure out what I already knew. I won't ever be as happy as I hoped.

And even after all this time, I look to the skies and remember you. I remember you, because you are as interesting as the unexplored planets and as beautiful as constellations. That's love. Love is remembering them on the things you've always looked but never noticed before, as if now it finally has a purpose, a meaning. And forever will you be the meaning of my moon.

"The moon looked as it always looks. There was nothing special about it. Why?"

A/N: i really hope someone enjoys this one because im not sure i like it or not, but this actually happened in real life and it's still about the guy from the other one hihihihi