She remembers that night too well. As the tides were coming close to her feet, she recalls the night years ago when she fell deeper into the starry sky above and the warmest see breeze she had ever felt. A head rest on her shoulders that night and they both counted the uncountable stars. They both enjoyed how the sand stuck between their toes felt; calming, soothing, perfect to ease the pain out of their hearts. She recalled to herself how much she loved the man who leaned on her shoulders. How, then, gently he got his head up and gave her his shoulder to lean on, and counted not the stars anymore, but things they'd rather be doing than this; and there were none. How they loved each other and that night.
Over the years she remembers that night by heart while he is now away and never coming back. Yet she's still not letting go of anything he'd ever was. Waiting in perpetuity, as the memories form a hope of another acquaintance, another time of a starry, starry night. But on this night, this particular night, all she remembers is the memory of them being afraid.
Tonight, she is standing on the beach of several years past and remembers how she soundlessly cried for realizing this world was never meant for him. Tonight, she chooses to wallow in grievance for her loss.
Tonight, is the night of all nights.
