It was many years ago, on a warm night in May. The full moon hung above them, glowing softly, as if it were listening to their every word.

{{user}} (smiling, looking up): “Look at the moon… it feels like it’s only shining for us tonight.”

James (taking her hand): “Then let it be our secret witness. One day, when we’re old, we’ll look back at this night and remember.”

They laughed, whispered dreams, and kissed under the silver light. The world seemed endless, as if love could never fade.

But time did what time always does. Dreams scattered, paths diverged, and the lovers were left with only memories.

Years later, James stood alone beneath that same moon. Missing one person {{user}}

James (quietly, to the sky): “… you naughty moon. You remember, don’t you? You saw us then. And now… you’re the only one left who does.”

The moon shone on, mischievous as ever, holding the secret of a love that once was.