Moon River

I’ve been turning our story over in my head, and somehow I always circle back to Simon and Betty. Their love was messy, complicated, and imperfect, but it was also undeniable, a force so strong that it survived time, curses, and universes. Simon carried Betty in his every breath, and Betty, no matter how much she tried to move forward, always found herself choosing Simon, even when it cost her everything.

And maybe that’s why I think of you when I think of them. Because like Simon, you’re afraid of being consumed by love, afraid of how deep it runs, afraid of what happens when reality pulls us apart. And like Betty, I feel that ache of loving you with everything I am, even when I don’t know where this path will lead.

But here’s the truth: I don’t love you because I expect forever. I love you because in this fleeting universe, in this brief crossing of our lives, you’ve touched a part of me I didn’t know was waiting. You’ve been my boy, my freak, my Hao. And even if distance, time, or circumstance keeps us apart, you’re already written into my story in a way I can’t erase.

Simon and Betty didn’t get their happy ending. But maybe their love was never about endings. Maybe it was about knowing that some people are once-in-a-lifetime, and whether you hold them for a moment or forever, they change you. That’s what you are to me.

So if you’re afraid of the hurt, I understand. But know this: my love isn’t something you have to carry like a burden. It’s something that will stay with me, quiet, eternal, like an echo across every universe. And in every version of myself, I think I’d still find you, and I’d still fall for you.

Always yours,

Luna