Lunar Confessions: A Soliloquy to the Distant Beloved

“Tell me you feel this gravitational pull as I do.” —Elowen

As the silver orb ascends the night’s canvas,
I find myself pondering—
do your eyes rest upon the same celestial guardian?

This solitude wraps around me like the night’s cool embrace.
I cast my wishes upon a fleeting star,
hoping its trail leads to your smile.

Your visage, etched in the corridors of my mind,
is a constant companion in my solitude.
I know you’re somewhere beneath this shared moonlight;
do you sense my presence too, waiting in the quiet?

Patience has never been my virtue.
My heart is an open book,
yearning to spill its contents to you.
Stubbornness is my shadow,
and at times, I am deaf to all but my own voice.

Yet, I sense the universe’s lesson,
weaving through the tapestry of my longing—
a quest for your soul amidst the cosmic expanse.

The battle for your heart is a tempestuous one,
and there are moments when my strength wanes.
But know this:
I am a warrior in love’s unpredictable arena.

My flaws are as numerous as the stars,
and for each, I offer my apologies.
But in this quiet night,
my loneliness is a tangible presence,
and I yearn for you to fill the void.

Tears cascade,
a silent testament to my inner tumult,
speaking volumes more than words could ever convey.

Why does your silence echo so loudly in my heart?
I crave your assurance,
a simple whisper to hold fast—
that our paths will converge,
that this ache of absence will dissolve
into the warmth of your return.

Please, speak to me through the distance,
through the silence.
Tell me you feel this gravitational pull as I do.
Tell me to endure,
for our time is written in the stars,
waiting to unfold.

@notesformysoulmate

This piece is protected—not to still the longing, but to honor the one who waits beneath the moonlight.
Elowen stands here—eyes skyward, heart open, whispering across the stars.
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