The boy looked up at the sky and remembered the not so distant past when he would stare at the moon and wonder if she was thinking about him.
And if so, was she thinking she had missed someone important or dodged a bullet?
It was an extreme thought, especially given the years in which they pledged eternal love to each other.
In those days they had discussed if it was real or fantasy and concluded it had to be real because they were adults with life experience.
They knew from love and from fantasy. Knew from lust and deep meaningful relationship.
Sometimes he had tried to convince himself it was fake, false and fantasy because it made it easier and he wondered if she did too.
But he never let that line of thought live for long because it always faded away and the other returned so he accepted as something more.
Something more had moments of pain and difficulty in which he thought of himself as being foolish, but even that didn’t last.
So he accepted their are people you really are eternally bound to and that you didn’t always know how that would play out and look.
He suspected she might agree but that she would be cautious about saying so and he understood that too.
But he was also certain she would see the true romance there and recognize there was no ulterior motive in it.
It simply was and in his they simply were too.
What that was or meant wasn’t something he had to rush to quantify or qualify.
He knew they enjoyed spending time with each other and that though some things were complex, that wasn’t.
It was all part of that conversation.