Never grow up.
She missed him so much, it hurt. Sure, people made her laugh, people made her happy, but people couldn’t make her forget. The thought of him was just running in her mind. It was impossible to think about something else because every single thing reminded her of him.
She looked out the window and stared at the moon.
We’re both under the same moon, she thought. At least we’re not too far.
And even though she didn’t believe in wishes, she made a wish.
She wished that at that moment, and every single day, he knew she loved him. Somehow, just maybe, give him a little sixth sense, a feeling, that she was thinking about him on this lonely night and every time he’d feel down.
She loved him from the beginning. And she wasn’t planning on stopping.