月が綺麗ですね

january 31, 2018

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

the girl looked at the boy as she pointed to the big, blood-red dot in the sky. with hopeful eyes, she prayed that the boy sitting next to her would understand what she meant.

the boy nodded in agreement and smiled. he took another sip of the teh pucuk he had yet to finish since she bought it for him that afternoon at school.

he knew exactly what she meant. he was the one who taught her that phrase just a few months back. however, as much as he wanted to say it back, he couldn’t bring himself to form the words that she wanted to hear.

he has always nicknamed her “eclipse,” for she was explosive and vibrant and had a red, burning fire in her heart that he would always love her for.

all that he could say was, “i’m glad i ended my birthday by looking at the eclipse with you.”

little did the boy know, that sentence was all that the girl needed to hear.

it was so comically coincidental, the girl thought, that the supermoon eclipse landed exactly on the boy’s birthday; and that they would be spending that night together, listening to sleeping at last’s super blue blood moon as they appreciate each other’s presence without saying much of anything.

the world as we know it, unfortunately, isn’t always on their side. if only the soul friends knew that they only had eight moon cycles and 274 sunsets left on their clock, perhaps they would have done things in a different way.

november 1, 2018

“the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?”

it was now the boy that asked the question to the girl as they drove in the middle of jakarta’s skyscrapers to take her home.

the girl was far from a crier, but she could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she heard that sentence come out of the boy’s lips.

the girl could only nod at the boy’s sentiment.

standing in front of the gate of the girl’s house, the two hugged tightly like there was no tomorrow waiting for them.

“get some rest, okay?” he told her as he let go of the hug.

she nodded calmly, not being able to look the boy in the eyes. “drive safe,” she told him.

little did the girl know, that was the last time she would ever see the boy.

ask anyone that knew the girl, and they would tell you that they had never seen her cry so hysterically and excruciatingly as she did when the boy left to be with the angels.

so now, every single lunar eclipse, the girl always talks to the moon, knowing—or perhaps, hoping—that the boy is on the other side, listening to her.

“the moon is always beautiful,” she always whispers in the cold of the night.

maybe one day, someday, with the help of some mystical cosmic force, the universe will be on their side again. maybe one day, when everything is said and done, she will get the chance to be with him again.

and maybe this time, they will have eternity to spend together.