He used to send me messages telling me to go look outside my window every single time the moon shines beautifully. And I, a lover of anything outer space and a fool, would happily oblige. I would stare at the moon for a while, mesmerized by its light and comforted by the fact that we were both looking at the night sky.
Now, the messages are gone but the moon still shines as beautifully as ever. And I am still a lover of the night skies but definitely no longer a fool.
