"Like a lone wolf howling through silver skies,
The moon drifts quiet, with ache in her eyes.
She circles the Earth, never too near—
Longing, yet bound by distance and fear."
12th July—how do I even write about a night that felt like the sky itself paused to breathe with me? He didn’t come with promises or grand declarations. He just looked at me, quietly, and said he feels my pain. That he only wants my love. No speeches, no fireworks—just those words, and somehow they meant more than anything I had ever imagined. I’ve carried this storm inside me for so long, this ache of wanting him but never daring to believe he saw me the way I saw him. I felt like the moon—distant, glowing but alone, orbiting my feelings in silence. And him... he always felt like Earth—steady, unreachable, like he belonged to a world I could only admire from afar. But that night, he didn’t feel far. He felt real, close. Like he had been listening to every quiet part of me I thought no one could hear. And when he said he just wanted my love... it wasn’t a proposal. It was a surrender. And something in me whispered, finally.
Just the beginning,but.........
I didn’t respond to his proposal—not because I didn’t feel anything, but because I felt *too much*. I was scared. Scared that I’d give my heart and it wouldn’t be enough. That I’d never be what someone like him—the Earth—deserved. He’s steady, full of life, loved by many. And me? I’ve always felt distant, like I shine from far away but never truly belong. I wanted to say yes, but fear whispered louder. Fear of heartbreak, fear of being too much and still not enough. So I stayed silent, even though my heart was screaming.
I'M SORRY SHAH JI ❣
