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Moonlight Nights
Sometimes, when I’m alone, I climb out onto my roof at night and stare at the moon. The moon gives me a sense of security. When I look at it, I know there are millions of people around the world staring at the exact same moon.
I always wonder if you’re one of those people.
I look up and wonder if maybe you’re staring out your bedroom window, thinking about me too. I know it’s next to impossible that you are, but I can’t help but think it anyways. I let out a sigh, knowing you’ll probably never know how I feel.
That’s when I think about her.
I think that she’s not good enough to be with you.
But she is. My inner voice whispers.
She doesn’t understand you like I do!
But he still picks her. My inner voice is quieted by the growing anger of my thoughts.
She’s nothing like you!! My thoughts roar in my head as I breathe heavier.
But he likes HER.
And with that, my mind goes completely blank as I stare at the moon again; this time letting a single tear roll down my cheek.
It is now that I get a text, and before looking at my phone, I know it is you.
Yeah. You start. She’s great. I mean, I really, really, really like her.
The tears continue to stream as a misplaced smile creeps up to my face, somehow managing happiness through my hurt in knowing you are happy. More tears roll as I pull my knees close into my chest. This was a familiar, comforting gesture I had learned to do, as I was learning I would usually be alone when most needing people.
That’s great. I slowly respond. You deserve someone like that.
Reluctantly clicking send, I stare up at the moon for one last moment. This time, I know you’re not one of the million people staring at the moon, and that you are most definitely not thinking about me. I hear my dad call downstairs, and I almost simultaneously yell “Coming.”
I wipe the smeared make up and wet tears off my cheek before climbing back through my window. Turning my back on the moon, you, and the unscrupulous dreams I had about us.
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This is really sad...and what makes it even more sad that this happens every day to many girls.
You just have to be patient and that person who was looking at the same moon as you, will find you.(:
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