I don't know--it just happened. The moon was full, and the clouds had spread just enough to enjoy it's celestial beauty in whole.
Suddenly, something hit me--I felt her. Her spirit. Her memory. Her energy. Our energy.
And as I looked up into the starry night, gazed at a blinding moon that seemed to be staring right back down at me, a smile ran across my face--the first genuine smile I had in what seemed like an eternity.
I realized, in that very moment, that somewhere across the far reaches of the globe, her eyes were glued to the sky just as I, and although we could not be together, I knew she was thinking about me too.
And on this still night, in that same instant, I whispered into the universe, hoping the wind would carry my voice across the seven seas to soothe her soul: "Until we meet again, my love" ...