The night was unusually silent.
I was lying alone on the terrace, staring at the sky, when suddenly I opened my eyes and saw the moon standing before me — bright, calm, and strangely alive.
It smiled at me.
“So,” the moon said proudly, “you’re the man who keeps claiming that somewhere on this earth lives the most beautiful girl in existence.”
I looked at it quietly.
The moon laughed softly.
“What happened tonight? Did your queen say something in your dreams?”
I forced a small smile.
“No.”
The moon noticed my silence.
Usually, whenever we met, I teased it by comparing her beauty to its own. I would proudly tell the moon that even its light looked pale before her eyes.
But tonight, I said nothing.
The moon slowly asked,
“What happened? Your heart looks heavy.”
I nodded slightly.
“Tell me.”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie,” the moon replied gently. “You might hide things from the world… maybe even from her. But not from me.”
I stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then I whispered,
“I saw her in my dream.”
The moon smiled.
“And?”
“She was sick.”
The smile on its face disappeared.
“I saw her burning with fever… weak… tired… and I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there watching her suffer.”
My voice broke.
“I know it was only a dream… but it felt real. Too real.”
For the first time, the moon stopped joking.
“You love her that deeply?”
I looked at the sky for a long moment before answering.
“No.”
The moon frowned in confusion.
“No?”
“I don’t think this is just love anymore.”
The cold wind passed between us.
Then slowly, I spoke again.
“If all I wanted was love, I could’ve accepted it from the people who offered it to me. Some people genuinely cared for me… some were ready to stay.”
I closed my eyes.
“But I didn’t want them.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted her.”
The moon became silent.
Then I looked directly at it and said:
“Even if God himself came down tonight and asked me,
‘Do you want love… or do you want her?’
I would choose her without thinking twice.”
The moon stared at me quietly.
I continued.
“Love feels too small compared to what I feel for her.”
“She exists inside everything I do.”
“In every goal.”
“In every morning.”
“In every lonely night.”
“When I wake up unexpectedly… I wish the first thing I see is her.”
The moon listened carefully.
I smiled weakly.
“You know something funny?”
The moon raised an eyebrow.
“One day while walking, she accidentally hit her leg against a steel stand.”
“And?”
“My eyes filled with tears instantly.”
The moon looked at me in disbelief.
I laughed softly.
“And when she travels alone, I can’t rest properly until she reaches home safely.”
“When she travels by bus, I worry she’ll get sick.”
“When she travels by train, I imagine her struggling in crowded compartments.”
I lowered my head.
“It’s exhausting.”
The moon finally spoke.
“You’re deeply attached to her.”
“No,” I whispered.
“I’m deeply attached to her existence.”
Silence covered the terrace.
The moon looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.
Then it smiled sadly.
“You know… thousands of lovers confess beneath my light every night.”
“Poets cry before me.”
“Broken hearts speak to me.”
“People call their feelings love every single day.”
It paused.
“But people like you are rare.”
I looked at it quietly.
“You don’t love her because she’s perfect.”
“You made her special inside your heart… and now your soul refuses to separate from her.”
The wind became colder.
The moon slowly stepped back toward the fading night.
“It’s almost morning,” it said softly.
“My duty is over.”
Then it looked at me one last time.
“Now sleep.”
I smiled faintly.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if I sleep… she’ll come into my dreams again.”
The moon laughed helplessly.
“It was only a dream, idiot.”
I looked away.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
The moon shook its head gently.
“No,” it whispered.
“I understand more than you think.”
The sky slowly turned blue.
Before disappearing, the moon gave me one last look and smiled.
“You’re unbelievably stubborn.”
I laughed quietly.
“And you’ll still meet me tomorrow night.”
The moon disappeared behind the morning light.
But her thoughts remained beside me.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
The night was unusually silent.
I was lying alone on the terrace, staring at the sky, when suddenly I opened my eyes and saw the moon standing before me — bright, calm, and strangely alive.
It smiled at me.
“So,” the moon said proudly, “you’re the man who keeps claiming that somewhere on this earth lives the most beautiful girl in existence.”
I looked at it quietly.
The moon laughed softly.
“What happened tonight? Did your queen say something in your dreams?”
I forced a small smile.
“No.”
The moon noticed my silence.
Usually, whenever we met, I teased it by comparing her beauty to its own. I would proudly tell the moon that even its light looked pale before her eyes.
But tonight, I said nothing.
The moon slowly asked,
“What happened? Your heart looks heavy.”
I nodded slightly.
“Tell me.”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie,” the moon replied gently. “You might hide things from the world… maybe even from her. But not from me.”
I stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then I whispered,
“I saw her in my dream.”
The moon smiled.
“And?”
“She was sick.”
The smile on its face disappeared.
“I saw her burning with fever… weak… tired… and I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there watching her suffer.”
My voice broke.
“I know it was only a dream… but it felt real. Too real.”
For the first time, the moon stopped joking.
“You love her that deeply?”
I looked at the sky for a long moment before answering.
“No.”
The moon frowned in confusion.
“No?”
“I don’t think this is just love anymore.”
The cold wind passed between us.
Then slowly, I spoke again.
“If all I wanted was love, I could’ve accepted it from the people who offered it to me. Some people genuinely cared for me… some were ready to stay.”
I closed my eyes.
“But I didn’t want them.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted her.”
The moon became silent.
Then I looked directly at it and said:
“Even if God himself came down tonight and asked me,
‘Do you want love… or do you want her?’
I would choose her without thinking twice.”
The moon stared at me quietly.
I continued.
“Love feels too small compared to what I feel for her.”
“She exists inside everything I do.”
“In every goal.”
“In every morning.”
“In every lonely night.”
“When I wake up unexpectedly… I wish the first thing I see is her.”
The moon listened carefully.
I smiled weakly.
“You know something funny?”
The moon raised an eyebrow.
“One day while walking, she accidentally hit her leg against a steel stand.”
“And?”
“My eyes filled with tears instantly.”
The moon looked at me in disbelief.
I laughed softly.
“And when she travels alone, I can’t rest properly until she reaches home safely.”
“When she travels by bus, I worry she’ll get sick.”
“When she travels by train, I imagine her struggling in crowded compartments.”
I lowered my head.
“It’s exhausting.”
The moon finally spoke.
“You’re deeply attached to her.”
“No,” I whispered.
“I’m deeply attached to her existence.”
Silence covered the terrace.
The moon looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.
Then it smiled sadly.
“You know… thousands of lovers confess beneath my light every night.”
“Poets cry before me.”
“Broken hearts speak to me.”
“People call their feelings love every single day.”
It paused.
“But people like you are rare.”
I looked at it quietly.
“You don’t love her because she’s perfect.”
“You made her special inside your heart… and now your soul refuses to separate from her.”
The wind became colder.
The moon slowly stepped back toward the fading night.
“It’s almost morning,” it said softly.
“My duty is over.”
Then it looked at me one last time.
“Now sleep.”
I smiled faintly.
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because if I sleep… she’ll come into my dreams again.”
The moon laughed helplessly.
“It was only a dream, idiot.”
I looked away.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
The moon shook its head gently.
“No,” it whispered.
“I understand more than you think.”
The sky slowly turned blue.
Before disappearing, the moon gave me one last look and smiled.
“You’re unbelievably stubborn.”
I laughed quietly.
“And you’ll still meet me tomorrow night.”
The moon disappeared behind the morning light.
But her thoughts remained beside me.
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