The moon

He stares at her as she stares at the moon. The night is dark and cold and so is her heart. He walks towards her and takes her by the hand. Looking deeply in her eyes he saw nothing but anger, sadness and despair. She was empty. Knowing that she would never be able to love him, he kissed her hand, ran his fingers through her hair and whispered softly in her ear: "Keep the moon 'cause I don't need it. You're already the light illuminating my path."

* Maybe one day... maybe one day. *