I thought I missed you, until I stopped looking for you. No more waiting for your messages, no more wondering if you’d come through. And strangely, when I stopped reaching, my heart grew quiet too. I didn’t need to hear from you, I didn’t need to be on your mind, I just… stopped needing you. But sometimes, I still miss us. Not you exactly, but the feeling of you and me— the little messages, the endless conversations, the way two ordinary people could make a moment feel like everything. Maybe I wasn't missing you. Maybe I was missing who we were when we still felt like us. And then I understood— The moon never chased me until I chased it back. Maybe it was never about the moon coming closer. Maybe it was about me finally stopping the chase. Because when I stopped running toward you, I stopped losing myself in you. And when I let you choose whether to come closer, I realized something beautiful— I can miss what we were without wanting you back. 🌙❤️‍🩹