Some confessions are only meant for the moon and you.
Every step forward lights the way to you.
Touch a star to uncover what it holds.
Click a lantern as it drifts toward the stars.
"Like the moon upon still water, my heart has always known where to find you."
Eight stars. Eight small truths.
I've rehearsed this moment under a hundred different skies,
but the moon always says it better than I can —
that somewhere between quiet conversations and ordinary days,
you became the softest place in my mind.
So tonight, beneath the same moon watching over both of us,
I'm telling you the truth I've been folding into starlight:
I love you — quietly, certainly, completely.
— Written under moonlight, meant only for you
Some Love Stories
Never Need An Ending.
Made With ❤️ By DREAMVERSE