Moonlit Love

That night, something called to me.

My grandma often told me our family was psychic, my great grandmother would call her downstairs by making her ears buzz, deaths in the family had been foreseen.

 I didn't know why, but that night, in the moonlit city of Chicago, I found you.

We crashed into each other. Literally. I was knocked onto my back, and your coffee was splattered over the street. I caught wind of it at that moment, your brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a face like a garden fairy. I could hardly believe it. I'd seen you in my dreams, and I knew right then that you were the one.

"I'm sorry." I said as I helped you onto your feet, "I should have looked where I was going. I can get you another coffee, if you'd like.

You looked me in the eyes, despite the situation, and smiled. I knew then that my dreams were right, maybe you'd seen me too. "I'd like that very much." You said, "I know the perfect place."

Suddenly, in the city lights and midnight, it became a blur. I remember you grabbing my hand, and suddenly dream and reality was no more, it was just me and you, rushing through the city and giggling like children.

I looked up at you from the brim of my coffee mug, you giggling, and realized that I needed every detail of your face to stay with me forever.

 I close my eyes and I can still see you now.

We strolled through the city, the lights making our shadows seem like one. You hugged my arm then, and the smell of your hair made me smile. A glistening in the distance showed the lake, the full moon's reflection smiling at us.

You ran forward then, and I followed. We kicked off our shoes, our shirts, and it was just you and me in the cool water of the lake. Two souls, your skin shining white like the moon itself, and our arms wrapped around each other.

Your hair was wet when you pulled me in, your cool, soft lips touched mine, and I knew then that we were meant for each other. 

I stand here five years later, my eyes closed, sparkling tears falling beneath me, I wish, with all my heart, that I can be there on that night with you again. To bump against you in the street, to drink coffee at that cafe, and to taste your lips once more.

I look up at the full moon, and at that moment, it's just a vision.

Floating in the sky, we're back to back, our hands entwined.

"I don't suppose you can take me with you?" I laugh, holding tight, tears falling uncontrollably.

"No." I feel you smile, "Not yet."

"A shame."

"You're meant for great things. Don't you forget it. I love you, always."

I turn around, but you're gone, and I fall to my knees, "I love you, too."