To the Moon and Back

“I love you to the moon and back,” he told her that fateful night under the star-filled sky, wrapped in the warm breeze of August.

A love meant for her.

A love greater than anything.

A love that cannot be measured.

A seemingly endless love.

But the mention of it became scarce, before finally fading.

Just like how the night sky covered the setting sun, and how it covered all signs of life.

“I love you to the moon and back,” she whispered into the moon.

A love that now meant nothing.

A love that wasn’t meant to last.