My Moon

I always admired the moon every night, wondering how it would feel to be beside it, sharing its gentle light. But one day, the moon was no longer in the night sky. Then, on a bright sunny morning, a man walked past me. I wondered, who is that man? He felt like the moon—yet unlike the moon, he shone even in the broad daylight. And something inside me whispered: “He is your moon—so near, yet too far to reach.”