The moon is out and the stars have come to say hello.
The clouds move out of the way until all that's left is the dark night and the bright moon.
The contrast is beautiful.
It reminds you of the pale yellow flowers woven into his dark wavy hair.
Reminds you of the dark hands clasped into his freckled and almost translucent ones.
Reminds you of the black clothes he refused to be seen without and the warm pastel pajamas he wore to bed.
Reminds you of the cold winters and white wonderland and the security you felt in his arms and the scalding hot chocolate you drank together.
Reminds you of the bittersweet smile he wore when he caught you with the girl with hair that looked like she had plucked stars out of the sky to put in her own hair and he was holding hands with a sweet boy with glasses far too big for his face and a smile that made it seem like everything would be okay.
