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A little whisper, a little shadow. Curled up on a chair cozy in a blanket, I gaze into the moon while the night rejoices in its rays. Playful fingers brush against my face, and I turn around to see silence, and a gorgeous gush of wind. My hair dances playfully on my face, and flirts with my eyes, that try to shut them away. A whisper, a sense of someone overwhelms me. A pen and a paper, and I continue to write. A sudden movement, a soft murmur, a warm cuddle, and a beautiful hug. It’s a reassurance that he is there. I sip my hot chocolate and continue to try and put my hair behind my ear. Doesn’t work. I continue to gaze, think and let myself melt in the moonlit night, to become a part of it and its stories. The night whispers, the rays dance, the wind enacts, and I write, watch and smile. I get up to go to bed, and my hand brushes against something. It’s a note. Let the hair be, let the night dance, for never again will you be as beautiful, and never will I be as much in love!