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Chapter zero: intro
{AMBW} Summary:
As I look up at you, the moon. I question, is it possible to love again.
If so, I hope the one I love is looking up at you too.
As I whisper to you can you tell the one I'm supposed to love that I'll be there soon.
If I were to follow the moon, where would I go? Without a map, compass, and direction but you, the moon, where would you take me?
A small smile filled my cheeks as I thought of the places to go. The stronghold I had with the moon left me speechless of things I only wished I could see and want to experience, though, that wasn't the way of seeing my path within the moon that was so far away from me. Just as the moon pulls the waves in the ocean I would hope it pulls me to the only one I know I'm supposed to meet.
Here I am, waiting for all these feelings I have for you to just overwhelm me. Here I am, hoping that by tomorrow, everything I feel for you would just come into place. Willing to take all that and go out into this big world I had never had the opportunity to experience such feelings before. And to begin, without warning. I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow, keep in mind I still don't know you but I'm so deeply in love with you.
6 years later
"Fall in love with me!" He desperately whispered out loud in the library.
I jerked back in my chair as he hung onto my chair and the table. I didn't really get a good look at him because of how shocked I was by the strange boy but he seemed serious with those big brown eyes.
I started to ease up just to say, "I'm not interested."
The boy stood up straight. I would have hoped he'd accept his rejection but he pulled out a pen and a small notebook that said 'talking to the moon'. He started writing in it and ripped the paper out, "In case you change your mind," he says, folding the note and setting it on the table.
He left after and soon after I left as well, leaving his note on that same table that I wouldn't be back to. I crossed my books against my chest looking back at it, knowing all too well that I could fall in love with someone like him and then the outcome of it all would just end us both.
No, I don't have Philophobia the fear of falling in love; I have Agliophobia the fear of being hurt.
