Everytime I look at the moon. I'm always reaching up. Hoping it could touch the tip of my fingers like how the sky meets the Earth, creating a skyline.
We used to do this together.
We used to look up at the moon, staring at the same sky everyday. We used to reach up hoping we could drag the moon down so it could kiss the ocean like a beautiful sunset.
We've never been there but it was our favorite place.
Everytime I look up at the moon. My heart beats like how it beats from yesterday. It has a meaning and your name echoing inside. Something beyond unexplainable.
We used to love each other.
We used to steal glances at each other. Day by day, we resist our eyes and minds to intersect. Little by little, our hearts shared a hug. But we never known.
The moon saw a part of us that the world never did—that we never did.
It whispered from above but no one heard.
We're too mesmerized by it's gleaming light. So it blinded us both.
The moon sended us those shooting stars not just for us to make wishes but to build up the courage sleeping inside us and to make our own wishes come true.
We always reach up for the moon and hope that it could touch the tip of our fingers but we never dared reaching for each other and hope for the tip of our fingers to meet. We could've created our own skyline!
But still, we chose to steal glances until we got contented.
And so, the moon gave up on us like how we gave up on each other.
"Us"
It could've been possible, but it's too late.
:sometimes, waiting for the right time means losing the right person.