As impossible, in fact, as keeping the moon... So I looked down the line at all my friends, knowing I would always remember this. And then I turned my gaze back up to the sky, and put my faith in that moon and its return.

There was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing.

What happened to goodbye?

It was such a weird thing how a breakup stretched much wider than you expected. You didn't just lose a person, but their entire world as well.