It was never a love that could be reigned in. Never so easy. Because we were too young to appreciate its gravity, its inevitability. But it was always palpable. They all saw it before we did. It’s never too late; just misjudged timing. What he has now is a mockery of us. But our time will come. Just as the moon will always be illuminated by the sun. I believe. I’m not that big a fool; I’m a bigger one. And I’m ok with it. Because unconditional love comes like a lunar eclipse. It will only be too late if we let it go. Again. Not this time.