Wait for someone who could be the moon for you. Just as strong, just as steady, illuminating changes and seas and blooming flowers and summer nights. They'd wait for you in the dark. They'd dance around the sun. They'd receive your primal howls, your secrets, your dreams, and shifting tides.

Wait for the moon. Wait for nothing less than what steals your breath. What breaks you open. What lures your soul. What helps you rise.