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.