Moon of Ours

We sat outside in the lovely early night time. We looked up at the moon and discussed her, she mentioned the theories that nobody had ever actually landed there, and I said we had to believe in something. With everything that mankind was capable of it had surely happened and perhaps this wasn't one of the great manipulations of our mind. I wanted to romantically believe that such a wonderful event had occurred, regardless of whoever needed to force their country's flag into the terrain and claim the moon almost as their own. We talked about my now very possible imminent departure and tears filled her eyes. We could see each other's eyes with the sunlight echoing in the moon and then into each other's eyes, and it shone in her tears.

It was a lovely night. It was beautiful.