"i found another picture of you. it was from the night we broke into that private park. do you remember that?
we lied there on the grass together. you had flowers in your hair. we stared at the sky for hours.
you told me you loved the stars, that you loved the moon. then you told me that, just because i wasn't the sunshine of the last girl i was with, didn't mean i couldn't be someone else's moon. you said i was your moon. i asked you what you meant, and you just smiled and shook your head.
a few days later, you were staring out at the rain and you told me that i was your moon because even if my shine was subtler than that of the sun, even if i only came out at night, i would always be your favorite.
i guess im not your favorite anymore, am i."
