So he played his ukelele and  hung a watercolor moon above my bed. I asked him what it was for. He said for protection, but I said bullshit. He called it a reminder and I called him crazy. He shrugged and said “Beauty for the sake of beauty?” And I said nothing because that seemed closer to the truth. Then he kept playing, leaving dewdrop shaped thoughts across the tile and a burning half sun in my closet. “What am I supposed to do with this?” I thought as I held back tears.