You had really exhausting day at work.

Nothing was going your way and you were constantly thinking about yesterday’s fight with your husband, Greg.

You didn’t want to go home so you walked to the closest beach.

You felt like everything was falling apart and you just started crying and but was the moment you realized you can’t do it anymore.

Tears were streaming down your face ruining your mascara.

You sat down on the bench trying to find comfort in looking at the moon.

No one was there but you heard footsteps.

You saw your husband, Greg, holding phone in his hands with locator app on.

His eyes softened.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”, he says quietly.