She reminded me of the moon.
Not its ethereal afterglow in the evening where lost lovers would meet. Not the biting cold it unfurls within the wee hours of the morning when others sleep. And I might be a part of the lot for those who don’t. Yet I usually get up early, not even noticing the moon.
It changed when I met her. Not for its glory at night and certainly not for its beauty even though she had the unique kind.
No, not for those things. But she reminded me of the moon – watching me, haunting me. Knowing me and all my deepest secrets and desires. Following me and my thoughts wherever I go.
She reminded me of the loyal companion of the sun not for its greatness but for its austerity. As she was all the things I was terrified of. But she, the uncertainty and the crazy midnights, l
