Dear Moon,
I have been meaning to talk to you for awhile now, but was always busy, counting the starts that surround you. You do know there are many stars out there, don’t you?
Well, it is time now. Time for you to know about me. I have been watching you ever since I can remember, I have tried to talk to you, but I guess you haven’t heard me since you never answered. At one point in time, I thought you are just rude. I guess you are just far away. My daughter told me that you are very far. She knows, because she’s visited you. She told me how the man on the moon is really nice and that you two get along just fine. I’m glad, because I was worried about you. I would hate to know that you are there alone all the time and you can even hear us. That’s too lonely. Even for a Moon…
I’m here. You are there. I guess, somehow we are together although you don’t know me.
I am infatuated with you. I wish I could hold and caress you. I wish I could sing you lullabies and watch you sleep. I have to tell you now, I just can’t keep this as a secret anymore. I love you. There. I said it.
Yours truly,
The woman not on the Moon.
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