Nights like these always make me think of her. The stars shining brightly against the navy blue sky. Standing on my balcony, much like I am now.
But she's no longer here to point out the current constellations, or to stare at the moon in admiration. Her life was ripped away from her, and I was not there to help her.
It was last year, roughly around mid December, and she was traveling home from work. She never drove in this type of frosty weather, so she would usually walk.
But she had never returned home. I merely thought she had made her way over to a friend's house, but I was far from right.
I found out the next day that she was the victim in a car accident. The driver was not only drunk but also travelling across the icy bridge and ended up pressing her into the guard rails. This in turn shattered her ribs and destroyed everything in her body.
There would have been no way to save her.
So, on night like these I always remember when she would snuggle into my chest and look at me with shy (e/c) orbs. Her (h/c) would be haloed perfectly in the moonlight as I gently stroked it.
Some nights I swear I hear her giggle in the soft gently breeze.
But the most important thing about starry nights like this, is that I feel her presence with me.