It's like a flash of light-years when memories rambled back. On a calm Sunday evening of June while I was waiting for the train.
I looked at the sky. It was mysterious and it was like never before that I've seen it. It was made more unforgettable because the moon appeared like a whine lighted in sparkling candles around the stars. It cursed my heart, and it seemed to be shouting, asking the moon that night where you are. Will you be coming or not?
And so I've gone facing the front door. You did not come, and I didn't have much time anymore because I had to rush.
It could have been you and I forever if you were with me that night.
Staring by the window I should say I was awake the whole night. It was vain, it was slightly regretful that I left alone. I came across with disbelief how was the moon together with me at that time. It was us before, we were inseparable. Were like lines parallel to each other, were together every time.
I wonder how we end up far that romance. The chaotic failure we have proven and even surmounted for everyone. It was ended that night.
That night when the moon was like whine just like tonight, I always remember. I recall you, that we were once like the sky and the moon. Where more than the arrangements of the stars, the constellations in the dark. When tonight I always thought about you coming back, showing up right behind those clouds. I am always here and I could be granting this hopeless will on my hands but I still trust you.
Someday the world will end and all I see is you and me. Staring at the moon where we meet each other. One in a place where we both love forever.