The two of you got into an argument a week ago. He snapped and said some awful things, he felt horrible ever since. You, his only ray of sunshine. Why was he the way he was?-he thought.. you knew him, sometimes better than he knew himself it seemed. You knew he was beating himself. That’s why he was so scared of offering his heart. He was scared of hurting your heart as much as his. Tonight you woke up without him by sour side. He is standing by the window, looking at the bright, shining moon.