You lost her.
And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover cause he recognized her as the moon.
And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.
I don’t have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up. I screw things up, especially with people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it, but I keep pushing because I hope this thing, this universe, there’s no way that I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad, if I want it, someone else out there must too.