Beautiful full moon.

Hey you, it's been a while!

A week and a half since I last properly thought of you. Since I last gave you more than five, ten minutes of my brain space. Then on that random morning after that brunch with Clair, a notification popped up. You had checked my profile... the previous night at 1 am. And all my self-discipline crumbled. Why did you do that? You knew I would know. I wish I never saw that notification - did you go on my profile to keep me hanging, because you knew I'd know? Since then, you've started peppering my thoughts again. I hope you're doing well - that's always my first thought when you go through my mind. I hope your upcoming court date goes well; I would have loved to be there for you, to have a coffee afterwards as you tell me about how you felt seeing him in court. And then I would remind you how far you've come and the huge strides you've made in life after what happened. And I'd be grateful, because I was there to see it happen.

And then I thought of you again last night. Did you see the moon? You were camping - I knew that much. I knew you went, and in that photo that I saw, you looked so happy. So that answers my question I guess, my question as to if you're doing okay. I am glad to see you happy; your happiness was and will always be very precious to me. I hope last night's moon made you as happy as it did me. You, kilometres away.. under the same bright, full moon. I hope you looked up and a smile crept across your face. I hope the little things in life give you happiness, and last night I lived for the hope that you and I saw the same moon and had the same thought - how beautiful it would have been to share that moon with you.