Man and Woman Contemplating the Moon, by Caspar David Friedrich
Swapna Madhuri

Night

Me: The nights feel colder without our conversations.
I miss your darkness, that filling the void with its intensity.
 
Him: Does the chill of the night become unbearable without the warmth of my presence, or do you merely long for the echo of my words in your solitude?
 
Me: It’s not just the warmth I miss; it’s the connection we forged in the silence.
Each word exchanged was a thread tying us together, even in the depths of the night.
 
Him: And what of the shadows that dance between us?
Are they merely illusions, or do they hold a truth that binds us more tightly than daylight ever could?
 
Me: The shadows are our canvas, painting our deepest desires and fears. They reveal what daylight conceals, a realm where our true selves can emerge without pretence.
 
Him: We are free from the world’s judgments in this darkness.
Our conversations, wrapped in mystery and allure, become a sanctuary where our souls can meet without restriction.
 
Me: Yes, the darkness grants us freedom. In these conversations, I find solace and torment, a reflection of my heart’s dual nature.
 
Him: Then let us continue to converse in the twilight, where every whispered word and shared secret becomes a testament to our unspoken bond.
Here, where shadows intertwine, we are truly free.
 
Me: As long as the night endures, I will cherish our exchanges. They are a haven from the mundane,
a reminder of the depth and intensity that our connection brings.
 
Him: Until the dawn’s first light, I will remain here in the shadows, bound to you and our nocturnal dialogues. In this endless night, we find our truth.

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