Day and night

I was just a child.

I had seen few springs come and go, a dozen and a few more, yet none had been so beautiful.

I was in love.

She was the most beautiful girl for me. She was special. I loved her.

We became so attached, that we would send each other messages with just "I love you." written. There was no need of more words. Just love.

And then I had this dream... I was in a huge room and I saw her. She was getting married with another. And then my image was getting farther and farther away from them... and she seemed so happy to be with him...the room was gigantic, and dark, and cold... and my heart was frozen... then I suddenly woke up... I was crying...

A couple of months later, she told me that she was going to leave. I had hoped I'd never see her crying.

That day, the sun cried.

A lot of time after that, she told me that she was with another. I had hoped I'd never hear myself lying.

That night, the moon died.

I had seen only a few winters come and go by then, but none had been so cold...