And as I sit still within the crevice of this wall I made for myself. I began reliving the moments, the times when I was with her. When she would touch my face and giggle like a child. She would kiss me good morning to wake me up on lazy afternoons. I can still feel her arms wrapping around me as she began to cry and whisper to me last words you would want to hear from someone you love, "goodbye."

The moon said to me, "why are you sad? I've been watching you, all this time but this is the first time I've seen you like this. What changed?"

I heaved, as tears began to make its way to my face the words that broke the silence of my stasis, "she's gone. She left. She took her things and walked out the door. Walked out of my life. She said it was for the best. She always did know what's right and what's wrong. I fought for her to stay, but she was so decided on leaving that all I could do was let her go."

"Why are you sad then?" said the moon.

"I don't even know. All I know is that I'll miss her, every second of it. She drove me to into insanity at times, but hell I don't care. I just wanted her to be by my side. No matter what. She said she'll always be there. I don't know what changed. What went wrong, or what happened. It's just that, it's sad. That tomorrow I have to wake up, pretending she never existed. Pretending I never met her. Pretending I never loved her." As I dunk my sobbing face into my thighs. The thighs that were once wrapped around the woman I loved for so long in her sleep, in an eternal embrace that I need to forget from this moment on.

"Blessed are the forgetful for they get better even in their blunders." The moon said lastly, leaving me nothing but the silence of the cold summer night.