Almost-Full Moon

This was written during a foolish time in my life when I was in love with a boy, hardly a man at that point, even at the age of twenty-three, and briefly, fleetingly, entertained the thought of Motherhood.

I envisioned a child of our union with his black eyes, and my red-highlighted locks... All I can say in hindsight is that thank goodness it never came to that. Even though he told me on more than one occasion that the child we could create would be both brilliant (given both of our levels of intelligence as being beyond above-average) and beautiful (as a calculated hat-tip to my looks, which I certainly never believed I had), we were a bad coupling, and it would never have worked. I was ready to be an adult, and he wasn't. Still isn't as much as I can tell, but since he's married now, who knows.