My love. I'm here again in the dark. The world has long gone asleep, but I'm still here. I'm talking to the moon.
I send sweet whispers to the moon. The sun was to hot. It burned those sweet nothings long before they could reach you. But the moon. A gentle force that reflects all things. Even love.
My love. Sent up. Sent back down. Sent so far. My love, do you feel my love? My love. Do you know of my love? So much distance and time.
What once burned so strong, has the flame dimmed? Has it flickered out into darkness? My love. Do I still feel your love? What was once so sure has become so muddled and obscure.
So I send my love. I send it with all that I am in hopes you may feel the tiniest sliver of my love. Feel it and let it spark once more. I'm talking to the moon. Are you talking back? I'll always be talking back. Talking to the moon.
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