Theories are trickling in...
3.
I remember another moon.
Bright and clear as the dark waves crash against the shore and the sand squishes between my toes.
I dropped to the sand and brought my beer to my lips.
I hated it when we fought.
Hated that we had fought while on our honeymoon.
And all because of a 'look.'
I should have ignored it.
I definitely should not have returned it.
But I had been unable to resist those blue eyes.
