"The stars are so beautiful,"
I would say every single time,
As you and I went to gaze at the stars.
"I'm gazing at a star far more beautiful,"
You would reply daintily,
As you drifted your gaze upon me.
I would turn red with a blush,
I would try to calm the butterflies in my belly,
And eventually, I would lean down and kiss you.
You would then kiss me back,
And you would cover me with your warmth.
You would say the magical words, "I love you."
I remember our nights together.
The evenings of happiness, warmth and love.
I remember them painfully well.
I also remember that day.
It was Friday and the sky was crying.
Now I realize the tears were for my heart that was about to die.
"I want to break-up with you,"
You spouted straight,
As I drifted my stare to meet yours.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
I would ask that very cliché question.
It was the very first time I cried in front of you.
"I just don't feel the same way with you anymore,"
You replied, with a straight face,
Eyes steeled with conviction.
I begged,
I cried,
I sobbed.
But no matter how many tears,
No matter how many shrieks,
You still left me.
I still remember that promise you broke,
That you would take me to the Moon,
That you would give everything for me.
And now, for my one last goodbye,
I would like to have one final wish.
Please, take her to the moon for me.