Was the kiss under the moon real?
People say the stars dont lie. That somewhere up there, in the skys eternal map, our fates are already writtenstitched between constellations, hidden inside every shining dot.
I used to believe that too.
Until the night someone kissed me. . . and everything changed.
I dont even know who he was.
I never saw his face.
Just a hood and the way his lips trembled slightly against mine, like the world might end if he let go first.
The sand was cold.
The sea was quiet.
And the only light we had was the moon, hanging silently above us like she knew all the secrets I was too afraid to speak.
Was it just a dream?
Or did the stars bring him to me?
Because ever since that night
I cant stop looking for him.
In the faces I pass. In the silence of the skies. In the shape of every constellation I trace.
And somehow
I think hes looking for me too.
Under the stars, beneath the silence, something was set into motion.
A love neither of us were prepared for. A danger neither of us could outrun.
But even if were worlds apart. . .
Well always be looking up at the same sky.
Under the same constellations.