The moonbeam

 It was the 80's,they were young and in love.He was a young journalist wannabe,in his first year of college;she was on her way to become an actress.They didn't live together,but they had a place of their own.There was this tree by the river,a young not so tall Judas-tree that had these pinkish-red flowers;it was the prettiest tree among the others.They used to spend their time by that tree on spring nights..talking or just standing there,listening to each others breath and the beautiful purl of the flowing river.On the nights with a clear sky,the Moon would reflect a bright white light on the water surface,which seems like fireflies,dancing above the water.
 -"You see the moonbeam?That's you!And I am the river,always on the move but every time there to reflect the moonbeam" he says.

 -"But the moonbeam is there only on clear sky nights!Doesn't the river feel lonely when she's not there?" asks she humbly.

 -"It does,the river feels lonely everyday but lives with hope that night shall come and they'll be reunited" *sighs silently*
And they fall asleep..

 But the river eventually dries-up,leaving the moonbeam all by herself.Some might call that "course of nature"...others just broken promises.
Love,Just.