We were the night.

We painted the sky black and hid the stars away.

Everything was dark that night, except you.

Except you.

The moon.

The perfectly shaped circle.

The mysterious light that shines the night.

Do you know that the moon god of Babylonian was called “Aku”?

You smiled.

As if the universe was conspiring with us that night.

As if you already knew that we were belong to each other from the very beginning.

Everywhere we saw was darkness.

But we still can see each other.

We can feel each other’s heart beat.

We can even find each other in the blackest night, with our eyes closed.

The cold wind kissed our skin, and from our warm, inescapable hugs, we reach and mend our darkest and deepest wounds.