Lives are associated with memories. Some lives have memories of a place they went, some have memories of a person they met, some have memories of time they spent. But I have all of them at the same time.
It was a dark night with no light except the moonlight. No sound around us except the sounds of the waves from the seashore.
She was bewitching in that moonlight. We are enjoying, loving them more than we love each other. We are in the feeling that we were only the people present in this world. That moon is playing hide and seek with us, sometimes behind the clouds, sometimes in front of our eyes and that waves are lapping against our Feet. I don't know much vocabulary to describe that feeling. Funny is, she used to drink my Beer stealing it though she had one, telling, drinking is injurious to health
Today, the same night with same moonlight but she is not there to see her beauty in it. The same waves but they are lapping just against my feet. Like the moon, she started and still playing hide and seek. The only difference is that the moon atleast coming after the clouds are going but she didn't. My Beer became much more bitter as her lips weren't touching it.