I closed the kitchen window, and as I walked toward the main door to shut it, the moon caught my eyes- White,bright and big.
How beautiful he looked.
I simply leaned against the doorframe, wrapping my arms around myself. A smooth breeze flowed through the night, gently brushing through my hair.
My cheeks turned pink from the soft chill in the wind.
In our courtyard, the jasmine flowers shimmered quietly under the moonlight.
Everything felt peaceful... glowing... like the night itself was holding its breath.
I felt like someone was standing behind me. Before I could turn around, he came beside me and stood on the left side of the door.
My breath caught. I didn't speak first.
He said softly, "The stars shine alone... that's what makes them beautiful."
"But they don't know we admire them... even from so far away."
He looked into my eyes and chuckled softly.
"What?" I asked.
"I tried hard to ignore you," he said, still gazing at the sky. "But I failed."
His voice was soft, but it reached something deep inside me. I felt it-and I believed him.
In that moment, I realized he felt something for me too. That same unspoken connection I always sensed. The kind of connection that whispers, "Yes... this person is right for me."
I used to think God made couples. But if that's true, then why do people break up? Why do they divorce? I don't know anymore. Maybe we meet the wrong people for a reason. Maybe it's all part of something bigger-this mysterious, unpredictable world.
Then he asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable with me?"
I shook my head. No-I felt safe. Comfortable.
Because we didn't need to talk too much when we were together. We just... existed in the same space. Quietly. Peacefully.
Like now-standing in the doorway, admiring the stars. The moon's soft glow, the twinkling night sky. It was all so beautiful... just like whatever we had between us.
Wait... were we in a relationship?
Maybe. But not in the usual way.
It was a relationship of silence. A quiet togetherness. We weren't alone-we had each other.
And somehow, that was enough.
This night was the best night of my life-forever. I loved it... this feeling of fullness, of something like happiness-but silent. Like something unusual stirred inside me. It felt like I had everything... and I didn't need anything else. As if I had become the richest person in the world.
Maybe I finally understood what I needed in life. Was it love? I'm not sure. I don't know exactly what this feeling is... but it's beautiful. It's wonderful. It's cheerful. Like winter arriving early... like rain softly falling everywhere... like flower petals gently landing on my head.
I blushed.
He was looking at the moon. The moonlight reflected on his face, and in that moment, he looked like he was glowing... shining silver, like a color only a goddess would wear.
"Why did you choose this place?" I asked him.
He looked ahead, voice soft.
"This is where my grandmother lived. She stayed here alone after my grandfather passed away. When she died, we came back for her funeral. A few years later, my parents died too... and after that, I chose to come here-for peace."
"Is it your birthplace?" I asked gently.
"You could say that... but not entirely. After my grandfather died, my dad asked my grandma to come live with us. She refused. She wanted to spend her last days here, peacefully... with his memories."
He paused, the weight of the past in his voice.
"I never got to see her much. But I come here now, trying to find peace."
"Did you find it?" I asked.
He nodded slowly.
"Hmm... The silence of this village is beautiful. I love this place. I want to stay here... for a lifetime."
I smiled faintly, looking at the same place through different eyes.
"I never liked this place. That's why I went to the city-for my education, for a job. I wanted to get away. I hated it here... mostly. But now-strangely-I've started loving it more."
I looked down, my voice turning quiet.
"Maybe I'm the kind of person who never fits anywhere. No place can change me or my condition. Wherever I go, I live the same way-unnoticed... lonely... sleepless."
He listened, patiently.