"I love you"...
"Why?"... she questioned back
"...I don't know... just love you."
She didn't say anything. But gazed out of the window to the moon. Moon. Her fantasy world. She was always amused by that unreachable destination. So beautifully cold and appeared differently everyday. She felt so near to it yet far. Like them? She wondered.
He was her childhood. They grew up together. Their folks were always in touch even when they kept away from one another. Would there had been any difference in them if they hadn't lost track? Maybe they would had a better definition for their relation. Maybe she would have turned out to be as someone else. More tuned in life.
Life always had that specialty of taking people away at the wrong time or giving at the worst. Or more else taking someone back permanently along with a part of us.
All sort of thoughts were going through her mind. Unsettled and disturbed she kept gazing out.