In the summer when I was seventeen, I watched the moon with you on the rooftop of school.
That's when we're closest to the moon.
It's a full moon and so are you.
Although I saw the full moon countless times in the next ten years of my life, that night was the most special.
I still miss you.
We were so close to the moon, and then we each returned to earth
Intention: The moon does not cross mortals
