It looked light a perfect nigh, the kind from the stories that always start with "Once upon a time". It was autumn so the air was warm, but the night breezes kept it just perfect. The light from the full moon was falling through the dancing leaves of the willow tree that held itself proudly above us. Every now and then a soft gust of wind would stair the falling leaves and play with the strands of my hair wiping it around my face.
Even you looked perfect that night, the light falling on your blond hair seeming to make it glow and simmer, your eyes the deepest shade of blue.
But despite of what it looked like it was one of the worst nights of my life.
It was the night you said goodbye.