Under the moonlight...

By: Mohana

Under the moonlight in a night many moons ago, I remember when I looked deep into his disquiet but enchanting amber eyes, my heart left me without a trace of happiness. Remembering the first time I ever fell in love with him and how he left me in the crevasse of his lacerated love all alone. As I continued to walk on my languished memory lane, I watched as the darkness endeavoured the night, knowing the relationship we once had, isn't one of permanance. But why do I still love him?