No more night like that night

It was that picture again. A shot of her smiling amidst the knick knacks of his work. The same setting where they met a long time ago. She was young, fresh and full of energy. She radiated a positive beam ready to take on the world. He was a little more jaded; lacks direction but somehow her warmth drawn him to her.

That was a long time ago.

They spoke about travels, about moving pictures of tomorrow, about tales of the young and old. She spoke of her passion. He told her about his nightmares. There was electricity in the air that kept them in their own bubble. It was the kind of buzz that kept you on your toes, where its strength charged your battery to keep on going. The moon watched this exchange of fear and love under its stare until the break of day.

That was a long time ago.

Sometimes their path would cross again, but there were no words like that night. It was as if the moment was then and they let it slipped. Words filled the insides of their whole being wanting to be expressed but time swallowed everything without giving them any chance. It was like being on the same narrow bridge with a separator and heavy traffic behind. It only pushed you to go forward. The only sign visible was the no stop sign, until there was nothing more left but silent stares of the moon as distance grew further and the other was out of sight.

On their own, they still whispered their dreams and desires to the night sky, but there were never enough words like that night.

There was no more night like that night.