Moonkissed

Pluto Rennie (he/they/she) 

Last night I realised I can see the moon through the gap in my curtains. 

She was bright, 

almost complete, 

and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. As she gazed back I wondered if 

she thought the same things about me. 

I wondered if she saw right through me, transparent as the glass that separated us. I felt like she could see me inside and out, all my flaws, all my fears, 

but I wasn't worried about her judgement. I knew she understood me in a way 

everyone else had failed to, 

and I understood her the same. 

For a moment I felt like I wasn't in my room at all but instead curled up in her arms, entrenched in her body, 

basking in her glory. 

She traced her hand along the scar on my head, meticulously studied my heartbeat, 

kissed every single one of my freckles. And as we locked eyes I could feel every memory, every emotion we had ever shared. 

She completed me. 

And, although I've been known to 

overestimate my importance in others’ lives, as she placed me back down on my bed, I think I could feel her waning gibbous becoming full, too.