Especially that 2 am when they drove past the plainness of the city, towards the mountain top where they witnessed the moon quietly meeting its lover, away from everyone's prying eyes.
How they held hands as they marvelled at the red-orange sky as it burst in celebration. How they smiled in silence because they knew no one else saw it.
And how even though he left so quickly, she kept him in her memory. She hears his mischievous laughter at times. She also remembers watching him fade away with the sun as she died in silence.
But it doesn’t matter. She loved him. And she still thinks that in spite of having seen so many Septembers in her life, there is only one September that she can call fabulous beyond compare.