“More tears fall. I hear murmurs around us, but I don’t care. I can’t look away from his silvery moonlit eyes. He thinks he’s dark. I think he just shines differently. The way the moon illuminates the world at night, soft and subtle. He doesn’t shine, he glows. Especially when he looks at me the way he is right now. And the thought that I could be the one to make this man glow?”
