Yesterday felt like it flew by in a blink.
One moment Luna and I were texting till midnight about everything and nothingrandom memes, that stupid school group project, and the next thing I knew, it was morning.
Sort of.
Technically, it was late morning.
Sunlight streamed through the half-closed curtains of my room, and I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head like it could protect me from time. My body was glued to the bed like Id been drugged with sleep. I could still feel the ghost of dreams fading from my mind.
I turned slightly and cracked open one eye, still half-asleep.
And thenclick.
What the?
I blinked fully awake, my heart skipping a beat. Right in front of me was Luna, standing with her phone angled toward my face, grinning wickedly.
No. Way.I groaned. Luna, are you seriously taking pictures of me right now?! I look like a disaster.
She didnt even flinch. Good morning, sleepy beauty. Get up. Its already noon. You look adorable, by the way. Kind of like a confused hamster.
Delete that photo!
Nope.
Luna!
She grinned again and casually flopped onto the edge of my bed. Youre the one who made plans to meet me today, remember? And now look at you. Still buried in blankets, living your best hibernation life.
I yawned, stretching. I fell asleep super late last night.
I know you did,she said, raising an eyebrow. I know you too well.
That part was true. Luna had known me since ninth grade. She could probably predict my thoughts before I even thought them.
I finally dragged myself out of bed, reluctantly brushing my hair and freshening up while she scrolled through something on her phone. After a while, we sat cross-legged on the carpet, our school project stuff scattered around uspapers, colored pens, highlighters. It was a total mess.
Luna reached into my backpack to grab a notebook and paused.
Oh? Whats this?she said, pulling out my diary.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
Hey! Give it back!
She held it up just out of reach, her eyes already scanning the cover like it held the secrets of the universe.
Youre still writing in this thing?she asked.
I pouted. Maybe.
You didnt stop, huh?
Nope,I said defiantly, trying to snatch it away.
Babe, seriously,she said, flopping onto the floor dramatically. Youve got to stop writing fairy tales in here. Theres literally no one in your life who exists like the guy you describe in this diary.
Shut up,I muttered, trying not to smile.
Im serious!she teased. Who even writes stuff like this? Someone who will make me smile no matter what... someone who will fight the world for me...Its like youre asking for a hero with emotional depth.
I narrowed my eyes. Is it a crime to want something real?
No, but its a bitambitious,she said, smirking. Like, you want Prince Charming from the movies. A real-life version of a guy who only exists in fanfiction.
Not at all!I defended myself. I dont want a prince. I just want someone who makes me feel safe... someone who stands up for me, who sees menot just as an option, but like Im the only one he ever wanted.
There was silence.
Even Luna, who always had a snarky comment ready, didnt reply right away.
You really think youll find someone like that?she asked softly.
I looked up, and for a second, I didnt feel silly saying it out loud.
If destiny wants,I said with a little smile, then yes. Ill meet someone like that.
Luna gave me a long look before letting out a groan. Ugh. Youre so delusional. But like, in a cute way.
I know!I said proudly.
The rest of the afternoon slipped by slowly. We attempted to work on our group project, which was honestly the most boring topic imaginablesomething about historical events and their modern-day impacts. I zoned out at least three times while Luna talked about World War II.
Halfway through scribbling notes, she tossed a paper at me. Focus, daydreamer. Youre thinking about Mr. Imaginary again, arent you?
Maybe,I replied with a grin.
Eventually, we both gave up on the project.
Well finish it tomorrow,Luna said, sighing and lying back on the carpet. I cant do this anymore.
Same.
There was a long, comfortable silence between us. The fan hummed overhead, and outside, the summer afternoon hung heavy with warmth. We were just two girls in a messy room, surrounded by open notebooks, dreams, and lazy laughter.
Luna suddenly turned to me. Do you ever feel likeyour heart is waiting for something, but you dont know what?
I blinked. Yeah. All the time.
She nodded like she understood. I dont believe in soulmates or whatever. But sometimesI wonder if theres a reason we feel incomplete.
I didnt reply. I just stared at the ceiling, letting her words settle in the still air of my room.
Maybe she didnt believe in soulmates.
But I did.
Not the cheesy, over-the-top kind. Just someoneright. Someone whod see all the messy, weird parts of me and stay anyway.
I glanced at the corner of the room where my diary lay, half-hidden under a pile of books.
I knew Luna teased me, but she also knew: everything I wrote in that diary came from the deepest corners of my heart.
And maybejust maybesomewhere out there, someone was writing about a girl like me too.
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Later that night...
After Luna left, I lay on my bed, the room quieter than ever. The sunset painted the sky in soft orange and purple streaks, and my window was open just enough for the breeze to sneak in.
I opened my diary and flipped to the latest page.
Dear Future
I wrote slowly, letting the words come one at a time.
I hope you're out there somewhere. I hope you're smiling right now. I hope youve had a day that made you feel alive. I hope that one day, when we finally meet, Ill recognize you instantlynot because of how you look, but because of how you make me feel. Like home.
I closed the diary and hugged it to my chest.
Tomorrow, Luna and I would try again to finish our project. Life would go on, with the same mess, the same jokes, and the same quiet dreams tucked in pages only I would read.
But something felt different today.
Like the universe had heard me whisper into the sky.
And maybe, just maybe, it was whispering back.