Waning and waxing. It's been like this for the longest time. I remember his face clearly, the feeling of his lips on mine. We sit, now and forever, until the end of the sun, back to back.
It's not for lack of want, or even any silly arguments that may have once been important. It's just our orbit; I love watching people, he adores the stars.
Maybe, someday, we could watch them together, the people and the stars. They're closer than ever to making this thought reality.
I sometimes miss our little exchanges, our loving words and touches, the adoring and amazing things that would happen between us. I miss the times before time when we'd only just met, were just getting a feel for each other and the random blur around us. I miss the times when we were new to earth, to eachother, to the universe, when there was so very much to discover about everything.
I still sometimes act upon an old habit. "Allen," I'll whisper into the darkness, words and breathing softer than the beating of butterfly wings.
He always answers, a sweet melodious "Alfred" falling from his warm lips. Lips that could creat the most amazing melodies, lips that could cause my heart to beat like a war drum.
He makes me feel like I'm falling in love all over again, and maybe, just this once, I'll turn from my constant vigilant gaze on the earths to stare at only him. My lovely counterpart, the 'dark' side of the moon.
It only lasts a moment, but his wondrous, childish gaze pointed towards the black abyss is imprinted in my mind.
"I love you."
This is just a random drabble that I thought up about "Hey, what if Alfred and Allen represented the moon, Alfred as the light side and Allen as the dark side?"
I didn't have any particular goal when writing this, it was just an idea I've been meaning to put to paper.