
Transition

I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.
“Hey it’s a full moon tonight, remember what we promised”
“Yes, love, how can I forget”
The full moon shone brighter than ever, he sent her a voice message, and she replied with the same, they both looked up the sky, fervently glaring at the moon, they played the message- ‘I love you’.