Luna sat quietly beside you on the soft grass, her eyes fixed on the sparkling stars above them. The night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees surrounding them. You had always been someone Luna could talk to without fear of judgment. The two of you shared a love for the peaceful, open sky, and tonight, the stars seemed even more magical.

"Look at them," Luna said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're like tiny windows to other worlds, aren't they?"

You nodded, smiling at the simplicity and wonder in her words. But something about the way Luna's voice trailed off made them glance at her in curiosity.

After a long pause, Luna turned to face you, her usual dreamy expression replaced by a quiet sincerity. "Do you ever feel like... like there's someone out there, among those stars, waiting for you? Or maybe they've always been close, but you only see them when you're not looking?"

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure whether Luna was talking about the stars or something deeper. Luna's eyes were distant, as if she was lost in the vastness of the night.

"I don't know," Luna continued, her voice soft and vulnerable. "But sometimes, I think the universe speaks to us in the quiet moments. Maybe... maybe it speaks to me in you."