His hiraeth, my 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘

She longed for him like the ocean to the shore. His reflection stood on her as the moon shone on the river. His love wandered her into the moonlight, holding her hand making her his hiraeth.
𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉.
Both strangers in the sorrows of darkness become each other's rainbow at the end of the forgotten.
Were they illusions of each other? Or was their love just a delusion?