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The Night That Won't

I can tell by the awkward silence that divides the two of us, something in the blackness of this night isn't right.

Maybe it's me that isn't right.
Maybe it's you.
I have a feeling it's him.

It's probably a combination of all of the above, though the only thing above me now is the moon.

Tonight's moon is the apostrophe in the contraction that is my 'will' and your 'not'.

Ironic, isn't it?

The next lunar apostrophe will be yours and his.
The next lunar apostrophe will be a catastrophe.
Yours and his.

If only you could see that he will never be the one. Not your one. There's a reason I am here with you while he is with no one. That is his choice. It's no concern for me anymore, because in the darkness of this night, I've found clarity.

We exist in this lunar cycle. Will we find love in another?

I will.
You might.
But we certainly won't.
You and he won't either.

I'm losing one, but you will lose two. I guess my loss isn't so bad by comparison.

Despite this night, I will remember you fondly.

* * * * * Background * * * * *

The address for the above is 2003 Memory Lane.

She was in love with another man, but he was in love with another man too; a secret he kept to himself. Eventually, I figured it out. I can't help wondering if she ever did.

In that bizarre love triangle, there were no winners.