It was a cold night. Unusually cold if you ask me. Maybe it was the night . . .maybe it was just me.
The moon was big and shiny and I had a drink in my hand.
"Listen . . .I saw her today."
You could feel the tension in the air.
"She was beautiful . . .in that long, white dress. Maybe it was a wedding dress. Her hair was curled and she had those long, white gloves. Like a real lady. Everything she wore was beautiful. Except her smile. I guess she lost it somewhere along the way. In that moment, I saw a man approach her. He was wearing a suit . . .and he gave her a hug."
"It was her wedding day, brother.", Amenadiel told me.
"Yes . . .the wedding of a woman I love."
"What are you going to do now?"
I looked at him, "Nothing. I will continue to love her . . .just like that."