You became known to me in the days of my adolescence.

You made my heart pound against my chest.

I didn't know why, but you did. A feeling, a shortening of breath, a tingling in my hands forced me to draw my attention towards you.

Why were you like this?

Why did I feel this way?

The simple thoughts, emotions, and laughs you gave weren't even for me, but I couldn't help but let a grin take my own mouth. You were a light much like the moon; though you don't shine for everyone, I was able to find your presence soft and powerful.

Though much like one who loves the moon, in order for me to think about you, be in your presence, I stayed up all night, wondering if one night you'd see me from the sky and notice me waving from the ground below.

Why were you so high up?

Why couldn't I reach for you?

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