Midnight Talks

We were at our best during our midnight talks on our moonlit walks. . . I just wish she would have warned me that we would only share a limited number of moonlit walks; that our midnight talks were not infinite.

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     We were at our best during our midnight talks on our moonlit walks. She would magically transform into the moon that lit up the night sky around us. She was more than just the moon though; she was all the moons, the planets, the sun, the stars, the meteoroids, the comets, the asteroids, the nebulae, and all the galaxies; she was the fucking intergalactic space.

     She was so mysterious and quaint that she had this fascinating and alluring vibe to her that drew me in, and overall made her captivating.

     No, it wasn't her beauty. Quite frankly, she had no stunning features about her; and therefore, was almost mediocrely attractive based off contemporary society's definition of what beauty is. The lighting at night didn't do her justice either.

     What attracted me, what drove me to crave every nanosecond of her time at midnight, was her peculiar and very bizarre perception of everything. By everything, I mean: people, life, the environment, world, and universe.

     She was not some philosophical person who any normal person would either find appealing or annoying. She was not some incredible genius who was yet to make some groundbreaking discovery that years of research and analysis would award her with some Nobel or Pulitzer Prize, and generations after would be able to identify her. Hell, she wasn't nearly that smart at all.

     She was a believer and non believer. She was a conformist who had frequent tendencies to drift in and out of the lines. Her definition was on the broader side of narrow. She understandably and confusingly made sense.

     She was like a best friend. She was that one person, out of all the people I cared for and trusted, who I could count on every single time at midnight. She listened to every single word that left my mouth, including all the stupid ones. She understood me more than I understood myself.

     I just wish she would have warned me that we would only share a limited number of moonlit walks; that our midnight talks were not infinite.

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