We were young when we first met. It wasn't love at first sight, but maybe, destiny. We only planned on being friends, yet here we are - kissing under the rain, soaked and wet.
He said he wanted to go to the moon. He promised me photographs and stories over a nice cup of tea. His eyes shone as bright as the stars in the night sky when he was telling me about it. In his eyes I saw a little boy's dream.
"I love you to the moon and back.", he told me. I knew the moon was far way up, and that this love was far too intense, but still, I believed.
He has already left, a long time ago. I'm sure he's up there, up in the moon seeing the stars much closer than I ever could here on earth. He's up there, lying on his back, leaving me to wonder...
I know he loves me to the moon, but is he ever coming back?