My love .... on the moon

When I was younger, I used to tell myself that my man is there on the moon.. he loves me.. he is faithful to me.. and he is looking down on earth, seeing me.. feeling sorry for me when I am feeling bad..and longing to get the chance to come to earth and be united with me.. I strongly believed in my dreams.. I used to look at the moon and smile...whenever I feel down, I look at it and imagine his face and smile....Days passed by.. life got tougher.. tougher to the extent that it made me stop looking at the moon and smile.. I stopped searching the face of the moon for him.. I even stopped waiting for him..maybe wanting him at allDays passed by one more time... I miss you.. I don't know you..but I miss you.. I miss me wanting your sincerity.. you embrace, your kindness .. your smile at me... you love me as I am.. despite the fact that...I might be worthless.. but you still love me.. I really don't have to fight to get you.. I don't have to maneuver and make plans..believe it or not.. I am tired of all the "practical" judgment and choices I have to make in my life....tired of being "wise"..of being anything I cant see in my dreams, but still buzzes me while I am awake...I am not sure if I still stand a chance of meeting you one day.. find you one day.. finding a chance to..simply love