I do.

I can still achingly remember that night -- when Luna closed her deep set eyes and wandered through a cluster of stars, basking over that inexplicable mirth of satisfaction while parading her effect of glistening splendor. 

That effortless moment of incomparable beauty of love and would result to certain products of fate that would leave you overwhelmingly empty as a result from an ocean of passions.

his eyes were coextensive with that forceful heat from the sun -- sending an array of light and would seemingly result to a golden tint, his face was perfectly relative, proportional to say the least.

what could I ever offer Time to relive such a memory?

that scent; the discovery of recognition from your other half -- trailing through an unexpected mist of attachment. those moments wherein he would caressed your skin on those miserable days, only hoping for a sense of comfort that he would unknowingly fill, never leaving an after taste of bitterness but rather, a sensational eerie tingling of yearning.