Quick backstory: I was looking at the moon a couple days before I started writing this and I had remembered a moment that was really special to me. When I started writing this, I thought about that memory a couple minutes before, and I wanted to write about it so I wouldn't bottle the emotions it made me feel. A day later and it was already 317 words long. That day, I had AP Lang 5th Block and I decided that since I had a 1,500 word essay due in 3 days, I would turn this into an essay. This is the original version of it.
I love the moon. I hate that it reminds me of you but I’m starting to come to terms with it. My favorite way to see the moon is when it’s big and it seems like it’s following you. The light seems like it’s swallowing you and surrounding you in everything that’s love. Illuminating parts of places you’d never thought you’d see. Shining light on all pieces of love hidden in places you wouldn’t find without it. The moon makes me think of love. So, consequently, it makes me think of you. It makes me think of the night I asked you to be my girlfriend. I still regret not asking you in person, but I had planned on asking you later than I did. The moon shined light on the parts of me that made me feel whole. While I was walking home from seeing you, I stood in the middle of the street looking up at the moon, seeing you in it, and letting both the moon and you swallow me whole. The moon lit the pavement that was covered in the euphoria that spilled over and stained everything it touched. The moon followed me home that night. I watched it through my window, staring back at me, telling me everything I had already known: this is what love feels like. So, that was the night I had fully and intentionally decided on loving you unconditionally, and unconditionally I had loved. I was swelling with it. I loved, and loved, and loved, and forgave, and loved, and gave, and loved, until it started to drown me. I'm engulfed in it, more than ever, which feels so differently than being swallowed by love.
