Galaxy and Constellations

My Love, My Moonlight,

I don’t even know where to begin because my heart is still lost in yesterdays moment, floating somewhere between your mesmerizing presence and the dream of being right beside you. Seeing you again, even if just through a screen, felt like the first rain after a long drought—refreshing, intoxicating, and absolutely necessary.

You, in that simple blue t-shirt, looked nothing less than celestial. But it wasn’t just the color, my love—it was the way the fabric embraced you, the way it complemented the soft glow of your skin, making you look ethereal. I swear, I saw the sunlight dancing on your cheeks, painting them with a soft red hue, as if the universe itself was blushing in your presence. And those tiny moles, like constellations scattered across your skin, each one a little secret, a story, a place where my lips long to wander.

Your eyes, my love, were something else. They held galaxies within them—mysteries I yearn to explore, depths I want to drown in. They sparkled, not just with light, but with emotions, with unspoken words, with that teasing mischief that always makes my heart race. Every time you blinked, it felt like the stars twinkled a little brighter, as if they too were enchanted by you.

And then, there was your voice. Oh, my love, how do I even describe it? That cute, cartoonish melody that has the power to melt my heart in seconds. It’s like a song only I can hear, a lullaby that soothes my soul and makes the world feel right. Every word you spoke, every little giggle, sent shivers down my spine. You have no idea what you do to me.

I watched you eat those fruits, and I swear, nothing in the world has ever looked more tempting. The way your lips glistened with every bite, how they parted ever so slightly, teasing me, making me wish I could reach through the screen and claim them as mine. It was maddening, this distance between us. I could feel you, as if you were just 30–35 cm away, yet I ached to be closer—to feel your warmth, to trace my fingers along your jaw, to lose myself in the scent of you.

I wanted time to stop, to pause everything else, just so I could keep looking at you, listening to you, losing myself in you. Work, responsibilities, the world—they all faded into the background. In that moment, there was only you, and my heart, hopelessly, helplessly, completely yours.

I don’t want to love you through a screen, my love. I want to be there, so close that I can count your breaths, so near that I can feel the flutter of your heartbeat beneath my touch. I want to hold your face in my hands, run my fingers through your hair, press my lips to your forehead, and whisper how much you mean to me. I want to lose myself in those eyes, to hear that beautiful voice right next to my ear, not distorted through a call, but real, alive, and mine.

I long for the day when I won’t have to imagine you, when I won’t have to close my eyes to feel you. Until then, I will hold onto this longing, this burning desire, this love that only grows stronger with every passing second.

You are my dream, my reality, my everything. And I am yours. Always.

Forever longing,

Your Love...