Life went on though she was my moon.
Every day, every night I still hoped that maybe - I'll wake up and think that all of this was some twisted dream and I'd stop.
I'd stop staring at the stars, trying to distract myself from her radiating brightness.
She was the moon in my starry sky, the brightest of them all. She was the brightest, and I had to live knowing that maybe stars were better.
I had to learn to love my moon through screens.
