And if you ever ask why, this page will always remind you.

The Moon Was Always You

The moon is constant, even when the world changes.
The moon doesn’t ask to be seen, yet everyone looks up.
The moon doesn’t chase, doesn’t beg. It just exists, and that’s enough to make the whole night worth looking at.
That’s you. Always there, always luminous. Me? I’ve just been a fool orbiting too close, hoping you’d notice.

I beg of you, stop saying it.

It Was Never a Coincidence

If everything was just random, then why do my days feel unfinished when you’re not there?

If it was all a coincidence, why does every little thing remind me of you?

I could have been anywhere, yet I ended up here. Looking at you. Like gravity itself is in on the joke.

Maybe we weren’t written in the stars. Maybe we wrote ourselves into them.

If You Ever Forget

Look up. Even on the nights when the moon is hidden, it’s still there.Even when I don’t say it, you are still my moon.And even if the whole world forgets, I won’t.

But, Piya – Do you even know what you do?

You say my name, and it sounds like something I never want to hear from anyone else.You exist, and somehow, that’s enough to make the whole universe feel a little less chaotic.You don’t even try, and yet, you leave traces of yourself everywhere—songs, places, words, even the sky.

The Moonlight Test

They say the moon affects the tides. But have you noticed how the world shifts when you’re around?Have you ever sat under the moon and felt at peace without knowing why?What if the reason the moon follows you home every night is because it recognizes you?

What if I do, too?

I Spoke to the Writers About You…

And they knew. They had always known. They just didn’t know they were writing about you

E.E. Cummings smiled and said: “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”

Tahereh Mafi, as if she had met you before, nodded and said: “The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments.”

Nichole McElhaney assured me: “And the moon said to me — my darling, you do not have to be whole in order to shine.”

Ani DiFranco, looking up at the sky, sighed: “The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror.”

Anton Chekhov paused, then told me: “Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

You’ll Realize It One Day

Maybe it won’t hit you all at once.

Maybe it’ll happen in the middle of a conversation, when I say something that makes you laugh, and for a second, you forget to hold back.

Or maybe when you hear someone say my name, and you look up without thinking.

Maybe it’ll be on an ordinary day, when you catch yourself searching for me in a crowded room.

Or when you’re reading a book, and suddenly, I’m between the lines.

Maybe it’ll be late at night, when the world is quiet and you wonder why it never felt this quiet before.

You are my moon, my Piya