I went through his phone and read the messages between him and her recently, of course, she initiated the brief conversation. She sounds adorable, living in her world of fantasy. She spoke of wanting to cycle to the moon..
There was a wondrous night a few weeks back when the sky here was clear and the moon so bright I didn't need to walk the path from the road to my house or search for the keys in my bag by the light of my phone. I had wanted to go on a stroll with him that night but he was elsewhere. A stroll with anyone that night would have been delightful! By the light of the moon, I wanted to go on an adventurous bike ride. I don't want to cycle to the moon, there's nothing there and nothing along the way but the view of the world from up high and whatever stories you imagine. For me, the world is already exciting. I wanted to cycle to the beach and be frightened by crashing waves and whatever monsters were spying inland. But that would be at the end of the journey, before I surrender to sleep. Along the way I hoped to pass houses with curtains not yet drawn and glimpse into so many spectacular lives, ride through tree-lined roads and past bus stops and stations, stopping to talk to people along the way. I wanted to experience the enchantment of the mundane yet unfamiliar. Why run away from everyone before getting to know them all?