If there are sun dresses where are the moon dresses? What is a girl supposed to wear at night when I take her out? Maybe she can make a dress out of the silver light that falls from the sky and cloaks her. She would gain the power to pull at the ocean, to change the tide. I could build a ship and try to set out at sea but she would be there in her moon dress pulling me back to her. There is no running from my mistress who travels the night sky. I should pack away my doubts and fears and move into her house. We will eat pies of her namesake. I won’t mention the times when she is rounder than others. I will love her as the full moon as much as I will the crescent moon. I will love her on the last day before she becomes the new moon and I will love her the next day when she is reborn but familiar because she carries with her every night that she has held court.
Look at your pictures and wish I’d known you forever.
This is me, sitting in the room, alone with my thoughts. You looked so much happier in pictures with all your friends. I don’t think I can ever give that to you. Each picture, your smile, the arch of your brow, the curve of your lips - you were genuinely happy. So much more than your time together with me.
I’m not jealous or angry or upset or anything.
I just think that, maybe, I should let you go. Not hold on so tight, because this is the way things break eventually. I should let you go, for your sake and for mine.