Sometimes I let my jealousy get the best of me and forget about it, but when I thought about it, I knew that Michael loved me. The way he stood in front of me, he looked at me, and he embraced me. Every little detail makes me feel loved.
I might have been angry, doubtful, and sad toward him, but in the depths of my heart, there was not a moment that I did not feel that he did not love me, and there was not a moment that I did not love him.
My mother looked up at the sky above us. The moonlight was still gently shining on our heads for a long time. The Moon Goddess was always tolerant and broad-minded, caring for everyone without discrimination.
"It's getting late. You must be tired today. Can you rest early?" my mother said gently.
"Okay, Mom. You go to bed early, too," I said.
