Under the Moonlight

I remember the day I met him, he had such a lovely character about him. His starry eyes, those brown wavey locks. What a man.

I wish he didn't leave. I wish he had listened to me. I know he wanted to do good but then I knew he wouldn't come back.

I remember those winter nights staring at the moon and the stars. I remember that night well. We had a picnic in the near by field, where we could see the moon rise in the night sky. It's light shone so bright, it made the grass shimmer in the wind.

He proposed to me that night. The happiest night in my life.
Then it happened. He had the call. I begged him to stay, I didn't want him to go. Sadly he left the next morning.
That was the last time I saw him. for he was a solider that had lost his battle.

I still go to the field where he proposed, looking up at the moon. I speak to that moon as if it was him. sometimes it feels as if it's answering me.
That love could never been broken.


(I wrote this story when the lives of many people were taken.)