by Ingrid Prohaska
“I love the moon,” she said - I was holding her in my arms dancing to our song, “the moon is always with me.”
I smiled. I really like her kind of philosophy, now interested in what would follow.
“I know the moon is here all the time, visible or not, day and night, no matter if I pay attention on it or not; no matter if I am in a good mood or in a bad one. The moon is like a reliable friend.”
“I’m with you, too.” I said.
“Yes,” she replied, “but how long will you be with me?”
“Forever.” I said – suddenly worried how I could have made such a promise.
She looked at me. “How do you know? None of us knows the future. Do we?”
I felt her head on my shoulder again.
Still dancing I held her closer.
“I love you,” I just said.
Copyright © Ingrid Prohaska
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