"hey" he used to say with a smile
A blush adored my cheeks like always
"hey"
"You look beautiful" his eyes didn't once leave mine.
He said that with so much confidence as if he didn't need to look at my outfit to call me beautiful
I just smiled-- compliments did make me uncomfortable
He didn't seem to mind that so much
"Do you know why i love the moon?" He used to ask me this every time
but never once he gave me the answer,
Up until then.
when we were sitting on his death bed in the hospital
"No....tell me" i pleaded
He was silent for a few seconds
Not hesitating but gathering his thoughts
Like he was trying to find a short way to explain me
"I love it because it's you, Every phase of the moon, no matter how much it tries to hide in earths shadow, The moon still shines-- And when the day it doesn't, The moon lover is disappointed but they don't stop loving the moon, They never can..."
He tried to smile that day but the tears flowing from both of our eyes blurred it.
I brought my shaky hands and Stroked the writings on the grave
"A beloved son, brother and the moon lover"
I lied beside his grave and grabbed the grass lying under my hands-- imagining it to be his hand instead
I looked up the say, it was a no moon day...
Even tho it had been years since his death.
I can never unlove the moon lover-- not that i want to
Afterall, He loved the moon because he could never love me
