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Neon Moon

Ethan

I still remember how lonely this town was after she left. There was an emptiness that was unspoken, but it was ever so prominent.

I remember sitting in the bar, alone at a table for two. There was no such thing as a table for one, because there was always an extra chair.

Sometimes it made me feel even worse. It would remind me of the days when she was here, and when she was sitting across from me.

A smile playing it on her lips as she sipped on her strawberry-lime margarita. She was the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

We were amazing while we lasted, but with my encouragement she accepted her dream job across the country.

Would it have been too selfish to ask her to stay?

Maybe she would've resented me if I didn't let her go.

They say when you love something to set it free, so I told her to go to LA and live the dream life she always wanted.

I hope she's doing okay.

Here I am, depending on the light of the neon moon to keep me going.

27 years old, and I'm still sitting here by myself.

I've tried seeing other people, but none of them have been her.

I just want my girl back.

The girl that always put me in a good mood, and I couldn't even understand it. The girl that loved those wonka nerd ropes. The girl that sang her heart out during karaoke at this very bar, even though she well knew she was a terrible singer. The girl that never turned down an offer to dance.

The girl that I fell so deeply in love with that nothing can ever be the same now that she's not by my side at this very moment.

I miss her so much. God, I just wish a miracle could happen and I could see her again.

Even if I just had one chance, I knew I would never mess it up again.

I just need to figure out how to get in touch in the first place.