Confession (?)

The last time I had let someone inside the walls of my heart, and allowed them to carve their existence on the insides of my skin, I had bled until I couldn't breathe anymore. It wasn't love. How could it be when I repent it every single day?

It was the Summer of 2020 when I saw you for the first time. Across the screen, in red. In that moment, I knew my heart started something that will never find a destination. I started something that I knew I couldn’t finish, ever.

They say, when we are in love, we are always just a step away from colossal cosmic collapses. My love for you might feel like the warmth of my city, but only I know I've already burnt off all the forests in anger.

People often ask me why don't I just tell you, how do I tell them that we are not just on different pages of a book, but in two completely different universes. I don't even exist in yours and you are the only thing that does in mine.

It's now the Summer of 2023 and we are still where we were back then. Across screens. Across universes...

-Ishika, telling the Moon about you...