“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked.
But there was no response, just the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
I tried again, my voice quivering with emotion.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Tears welled up in my eyes, reflecting the moon’s silver glow.
As I gazed at the moon, a flood of memories rushed back. We used to watch the moon every night together, just the two of us.
But now, you were gone. The silence echoed louder than my words, a painful reminder of your absence. Yet, in that moment, amidst the loneliness and tears, I found solace in the moon’s serene presence, a silent companion in my heartache.
