It’s late, but never too late to write. I must say, this is nothing like the others. This is a confession—straight from my heart to this pocket-sized phone. All thanks to technology.

The air is chilly, carrying the musty scent of rain and sand. It’s pure, sizzling romance. I’m seated, as usual, in my favorite spot: the balcony. I can’t help but wonder how this moment feels so perfect. If you asked me what my dream world looked like, I wouldn’t describe this. But somehow, sitting here, experiencing this raw, intimate moment, makes it all so unique.

The moon is in perfect sync with the other elements of the Milky Way. The stars, perfectly aligned beside it, look fresh and timeless. It’s a benevolent sight to behold, and I feel lucky to witness it. The moon isn’t full tonight. It’s a half-golden moon, bright and commanding attention, with a small but luminous star resting beside it.

And then there’s me. Clothed, but naked. It feels like the moon sees my thoughts. Why else would it seem so beautiful? Why else would its gaze bring such calm to my restless soul? Why else would I feel this heavenly connection to these celestial bodies?

I don’t know what this new year will bring, but this goodness reassures me. It reminds me what it feels like to breathe and exist for myself. It reminds me of those fleeting moments of solitude and peace—moments I won’t get to experience alone for a while.

The moon is beautiful, and so am I. The stars shine bright, just like my eyes. The world feels like it belongs to me tonight. I have fallen in love—madly, deeply, and entirely in love with myself.

The moon and stars remind me of who I am: young, bold, radiant, and alive in my season. I am truly free.