The girl who chased the moon

Every night she would sit at the balcony and look into the sky, faithfully searching for the moon. She would stare for hours just to marvel at its beauty. The moon was just a moon then. It was a harmless thing to do back then. The presence used to soothe her, but not anymore.

Now, the instant sight of the moon would remind her of the lost love and her heart broke. It used to fill her with a wonderful feeling, used to intoxicate her every vein in the body. She remembers her heart bursting with happiness, so much she danced under the night sky, oblivious to her surrounding. She remembers being high. She remembers being besotted with the moon. She was contented, so comfortable she drifted into sleep under the watchful gaze of the moon.

She didn't realize the moon had decided that it was time to go and disappear, silently. She woke up to meet the glare of the sun. Her eyes frantically searched for the entrancing sight of the moon, but her effort was in vain. She felt betrayed. The heart crushed. The blazing light radiated by the sun did not offer her the warmth she wanted. Instead, it blinded her. Her head's spinning, her knees wobbled, her grip weaken and that was when she couldn't stand it any longer and slumped to the floor, finally giving herself away to the gravity. A single sob escaped from her lips and before she knew it, she wept into the cold embrace of the designated tiles. No matter how much tears she shed, the heart refused to be mended.

The night has now become a constant reminder to her of how much she had given and would have given to be enchanted by the the moon. Enthralled by the beauty lay before her, she was fooled into desiring of its permanency when in the end, the light was going to die out and abandon her.        
                

If only she could turn back time, she would. If only she could bring the now and the future and show them to her younger self, she would. If only she could decide whom are going to be in her life, she would. She would take all the necessary precautions. She must, for her own protection especially for that lump of meat that makes her into such a vulnerable human being.