The moonlight caught us in an odd light that emphasized her bright eyes. We were silhouettes among the night, crashing into the grass in a drug-like state of love and passion. Her flowing blond hair smelled like roses, and her clothes like inscents or candles. The combination of the moonlight and the grass made her eyes appear to be a glowing green.

On some nights, we were mermaids colliding in the ocean, holding our breath until we were delirious. On others, we were vampires shifting through the city lights, feeding on each other's thoughts in a mutual understanding.

She didn't talk much, but she always listened. I wasn't even sure who she was. On some days she was Luna. On others, Kaledrina. Francesca. Melody. Rae. I usually called her Luna. It seemed fitting for the one I saw by moonlight.

She never asked my name. She thought I should be called Flare, like fire, and I never hesitated to accept this life.

Luna wasn't really my girlfriend. She was more like a part of me. Maybe my imagination.

"Let's go to the moon," I said, breaking my gaze from the summer sky to look at her.

"We can kiss the stars," she replied dreamily, still transfixed. It seemed like she had moved by magic, because before I could blink, she was skipping down the hill in her bare feet, and I hurried to follow.

When I had first met her, I felt like a lanky, fragile boy next to a strong, magical girl, but she knew no gender in her world, and eventually, neither did I. Sometimes I dressed up as a girl and Luna marveled at my beauty. She dressed as a boy and held me on the elegant dance floor. Her beauty defied gender.

We had lived in many places. We lived in poor lands and did dances for the trees. We dined in Italy and ventured through Egyptian pyramids. We wore eccentric clothes from Harajuku, Japan while we were in the wilderness of South America.

I wondered if I were in a dream, being pulled along by Luna where we were 500 years young. Maybe we were children of acid, or faeries dancing on mushrooms. Everything felt so vivid and real, and yet it all felt like a dream.

I forgot who I had been previously. When I met Luna, I was reborn. Who needed a world of war and lies when we had this? It was almost like we were reincarnated every day.

I was plagued by nightmares though. Luna would wake me up with her hand in mine, and would read me the works of Edgar Allen Poe until the cold sweat ceased.

In these dreams, I would be a soldier in Iraq and Luna would be a dream. I would have visions of her dying in the most brutal ways and wake up choking on my tears until she kissed my eyelids. I wanted to protect her, but really it was her protecting me from reality. I didn't know whether life was a dream or the dreams were dreams.

My most recent reoccurring nightmare involved me running away from a past life that wasn't my own, until I was locked inside a jail cell of my own thoughts, and Luna would show up in white wings and tell me it was time to be reborn.

That time would come eventually. We would hold our breath until we breathed in the fumes of death, with her heart beating into my lungs.

Maybe we would wake up on the moon. I wasn't afraid.