She loved full moons. She believed they represented completeness. And that light they emanated in the darkness was truly a remarkable sight. Plus, they never seemed to be the same: they differed according to your location.
Ever since the start of their relationship, he had always tried to make those full moon nights special.
Even now, fifty years later, he would still try to surprise her. And she somehow always was impressed.
This night he had rented a yacht in the marina they used to go for walks.
A candlelight dinner, staring blissfully at another circle of light. Love revived.
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