The sun was soaked in flaming red, caught in fire. And she just stayed. She drew a picture as she waited, of what she thought, her love would look like, dark and light like the moon? sparkling? shining like the stars? His voice seemed just so.... Perfect.... And she already knows he is.

She waited

And waited

And waited

And waited

Until the flaming sun was long long gone and the beautiful moon had settled in place.

They talked for hours the moon told her about the sun and she told the moon about him. The mysterious boy who had  set her heart on fire by just a matter of words on a paper.

But he never came.

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