Selenophile.
That's what they call it. That's what they call someone like me. Someone who loves the moon.
As a child, I always get what I wanted. I never have to say things twice. Being the only kid, I was treated like a king. They said our surname, Wang, which means "king," says it all. Once I point my finger at something, I'll definitely have it.
But the moon. No matter how many times I point my finger towards it, I could never have it.
I think it was around that time when I started having dreams about the moon. I would often fall asleep and dream of being there. Running around, crate to crate. I would lie down on its rough floor. Not minding the small rocks around me. Because, aside from that fact, the moon is beautiful. The most beautiful thing in the universe. It lights the darkest of nights. Giving off that yellow color in the middle of the purple sky. No words can describe it but magical.
I'm all grown up now. But my dreams never changed. Until last night.
I was looking at the window beside my bed. I could see clearly the full moon from here. I stared at it for a long time, looking at the glow beside its circle. Beautiful. It's such a sight around the small stars that twinkle around it. As if praising the lovely moon.
I didn't know when my eyes closed. I just realized I was already walking around the biggest crater the moon has. The Aitken-Basin.
This has been, I guess, the hundredth time that I have been in this part. It never fails to amaze me. I walked out of the crater and started wandering around until I saw a figure on the north pole. I hurried towards it. I blinked thrice to make sure my eyes weren't lying.
They're not.
There's a girl. Running around in circles. Enjoying herself while doing so. Her shoulder-length hair waving around as she twirls, her yellow dress seems like it's dancing.
I was frozen on my feet. I couldn't move. Her smile was such a lovely sight to see.
When she turned around once more, she saw me. She stopped. We stared at each other for a second or two. And then she started running.
"Wait!" I shouted. My voice seemed softer. I never thought it would sound like that here. I never tried talking before in my dreams.
She stopped and looked at me. I walked towards her way, but she started walking backwards every time I stepped.
"Hey, don't be afraid. I haven't seen you here before."
She clasped her hands together and bowed her head.
"I won't hurt you. I love the moon and always dream about it." The moment I said the second sentence, she lifted her head. I think I got her attention.
I took the opportunity to walk in her direction again. This time, she stayed.
"My name's Dylan. And you are?"
"Y--Yue."
"Yue? What a beautiful name. It fits you." She blushed. And I think I did, too. "I haven't seen you here before."
She looked sideways. Avoiding eye contact. "I have seen you." Shocked by the fact, I was unable to speak. "Ever since we were kids."
"Why haven't I seen you? Why didn't you come talk to me?"
"I was afraid I'd ruin your dream."
My mind is having a hard time catching up with the information. So, there's always been a girl in my dreams, but I never knew. How could I not know?
"Are you a dream? Are you just part of my dreams, or are you someone like me?"
She smiled. When she was about to open her mouth, I woke up.
