Why Does the Moon Revolve Around the Earth?

The memories of our love start to play like a movie in my head. Her brown-hazel eyes blare into my mind. They way they carried light, like she was the moon and I was but a star in her dark world. Her creamy cheeks; the way they blushed when I told her words invented by me just for her. She used to look at me with those lively eyes, like I was the only one in the world she could see. Her eyes are so dead now.