The Curse of the Moon

He loved the sunset because of me. Every time he sees the sunset, it’ll always remind him of me. Because that’s what I embarked on in his mind. Good things, fantasies, and good words.

But I didn’t tell him the truth. I know, deep inside me, even how much I love sunsets, I’ll always hate them too. Because it’ll always remind me of something that’s ending. And I know what it is.

That brief time we spent together felt like heaven to me.Those days are some of the happiest days of my life. I couldn’t even remember the last time I was happy. Perhaps I’ve never been that happy before.

One of my most happy memories is probably being with my mother, or when our family is still whole and happy.Right now, I have a new list of favorites, and it’s with him. But I know, it’s also coming to an end.

On our last night at the resort, after eating dinner with just the two of us, we stayed at the beach, enjoying the peace and quiet under the stars and moon.

He hates the moon, or maybe he hates the night.