Lying in bed she faced the open window, thankful for the cool breeze on that muggy August night. She watched the tree branches sway rhythmically and she imagined it was her dancing in his arms among the moonlight. There was something about the moon that always made her think of him. Perhaps it was the way his brown eyes showed specks of green in it’s light or that their first kiss took place in his pickup truck outside her parent’s home under the brightest full moon she had ever seen. She shivered as a rush of memories flooded her mind. That same night he had promised her the moon after she had mentioned how beautiful it was. “Anna, I promise you I will find a way to lasso the moon and catch all of the stars and give them to you,” he said as he tucked her red hair behind her ear and kissed her. She smiled remembering his voice but also at how smooth his game was.
It’s been eight months since she last heard from him and she still gets butterflies when she thinks about that kiss. From day one the letters came daily. She remembers the first day the mailbox was empty, her stomach was in knots as she sat at the dinner table with her family just staring at her plate. Her father could see the worry written all over her face. Out of all four of his children he and Anna has the closest relationship. She was the only one who would beg to tag along with him as he worked their family’s corner store in town. She would help with small tasks and he would pay her with a king size chocolate bar every Friday. “Anna, I know you are worried,” he said “but nothing good comes from imagining scenarios. Our minds can take us in dark places and the truth is the letter could have gotten lost in the mail or maybe he is traveling at the moment. I’m sure you will get one in the next few days.”
The letters never did resume.
There were many speculations about his disappearance, none of which made sense to Anna or his mother. He had promised her the moon and the stars and he was a man of his word.
She flipped her pillow over and laid her cheek against the cool cotton. She knows she should just move on, but there is just something about the moonlight that won’t let her forget him.
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