By the Moonbeams

I'm always like this, when I think of one thing it gives me an idea of a story. :-)

I set my eyes to the sand dunes turning to the pitch-black sky with sprawling stars looking like tiny pretty lights dancing. The wind is wafting from every direction I could face, the place is such a melodic sanctuary, the sound of the waves rolling back and forth maintains the peace of the night and there's nothing more I could ask for, especially that I've always wished for this moment with him.

We walk along the shore and a little inch away from each other, yet I want to just get closer to him and hold his hand, feel the warmth of it and send him the beating of my heart that I cannot control right now. I could rest for a while and pant for I can hardly breathe, maybe he doesn't have the idea about it but I believe he does feel it since we've been lingering in silence and gradually meeting each other's eyes then looking away.

All I do is focus on the sky as if it is my ceiling back at home when I would imagine the sweetest dream I'd pray for before passing out to my slumber. For a short step I pause to take the chance; I slowly close my eyes and covertly I thank the heavens for allowing me to have him beside me that in spite not knowing the deepest reason for the smile he paints in my face, I think it is enough that we're alone in this solitary place.

I feel a touch in my palm, there's a sudden tremor running in my veins prodding me to open my eyes, I realize there are tears that had begun dampening my lashes, he is actually reaching out for me as his hand grips mine. I gag when he stares earnestly, my words are too empty to at least convey something to him, he does not say anything too, instead, he drags me forward and we keep walking until there is a spot where the moonlight drenches the boulders.

Side by side we sit together and still none of us would take the move to start a conversation, we both listen to the rhythm of the ocean and sniff the briny scent of it. I am not sure what he thinks or what he wants to talk about but his endearing silence is bothering me. He views the horizon with a small smile forming in his lips, the throbbing of my heart cannot stand it anymore.

"What are you thinking?" I let it out.

He shrugs and that smile still flickers in him. "I don't even know what I'm really thinking but one thing's for sure, it is wonderful." 

I have nothing to respond, my stupidity comes rushing in again then up above the steady moon invites me to unfold the rawness in my heart and soul, I wonder why its presence acts like a magnet attracting me to pour out what I truly feel, there's just this magic working out that I could not explain, hard to give reasons as to why the melancholy surrounding me is both my solace and tragedy. However, I manage to be calm and relish the moonbeams that light us up, it is immensely special that I have him now here with me when back in time he was just the face in the moon.

"You don't want to stop gazing right?" He asks, probably he notices my privacy with the moon.

"It just happens, I don't mean it but it just happens. The moon must have a heart too that it seems to be understanding me." My sadness unfolds, I don't have the prediction of what occurs next though. 

"Really?" he muses- I can tell by the tone of his voice.

"Yes. It is weird but the moon can always see what I conceal, this is why the sadness is weighing too much." I sigh and tuck a hair in my ear. "The truth is, whenever I'm under the moon my sentiments open up, I just can't lie, I just can't hide."

I wait for a second but there is only the whisper of the breeze that passes to my ear, he is quiet and briefly I steal a glimpse of him not knowing he is exactly looking at me, stoic but there is a sense of sincerity in his eyes. I am cringing in nervousness so I avoid him although in the corner of my eye I know he still has the sight of me.

" Do you love me?" 

My heartbeat thumps inside my chest, I almost bit my tongue.  "The truth is, whenever I'm under the moon my sentiments open up, I just can't lie, I just can't hide." was the last statement I said before this startling question caught me off guard. I swiftly turn my head to him thinking that he took the cue to ask after I have revealed my personal devotion to the moon and maybe he already knew the answer. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Steph Cruz]

I'm in tears Nick. This is too beautiful!!!

[papermush08]

Haha omg girl thank you!
Very random, just thought of the moon then... sigh