He asked me to meet him on the pier after work. The moon was an incredible sight that evening.
We had both stayed over at the office, as usual, and it was a little late by the time we got there.
We had been together for a year and there was a genuine closeness that had grown between us.
But things had gotten harder lately;
we were working so much, spending less and less time with each other.
Still, I loved him and I was optimistic about things getting better at some point.
When he told me, hesitantly, with great difficulty—that he felt things weren't working out
and maybe we should go our separate ways, I could actually feel my heart breaking in my chest.
It was a strange, physical sensation.
No point in trying to convince him he was wrong, I instantly concluded for some reason--
even though I wanted to try.
I walked back to our apartment. It wasn't far;
I had parked the car in our space and briskly made my way to meet him.
Making my way back took a lot longer.
He had left to stay at his brother's place for the night.
On my way, I thought with sadness about how people had come and gone out of my life,
how nothing stays the same.
That was the way of things, of course; but I was feeling the loneliness.
It suddenly struck me how bathed in beautiful moonlight everything was—I was.
I looked up at the moon and I know this sounds strange but in a soft, distinct voice I heard her say,
"I am here—your perennial, faithful, loving friend.
I am here with you, and I always will be."
And in the glow of her light, I found comfort.
We had both stayed over at the office, as usual, and it was a little late by the time we got there.
We had been together for a year and there was a genuine closeness that had grown between us.
But things had gotten harder lately;
we were working so much, spending less and less time with each other.
Still, I loved him and I was optimistic about things getting better at some point.
When he told me, hesitantly, with great difficulty—that he felt things weren't working out
and maybe we should go our separate ways, I could actually feel my heart breaking in my chest.
It was a strange, physical sensation.
No point in trying to convince him he was wrong, I instantly concluded for some reason--
even though I wanted to try.
I walked back to our apartment. It wasn't far;
I had parked the car in our space and briskly made my way to meet him.
Making my way back took a lot longer.
He had left to stay at his brother's place for the night.
On my way, I thought with sadness about how people had come and gone out of my life,
how nothing stays the same.
That was the way of things, of course; but I was feeling the loneliness.
It suddenly struck me how bathed in beautiful moonlight everything was—I was.
I looked up at the moon and I know this sounds strange but in a soft, distinct voice I heard her say,
"I am here—your perennial, faithful, loving friend.
I am here with you, and I always will be."
And in the glow of her light, I found comfort.
Written Content G.A.M. cc
Romance José Marafona
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