The full moon passes directly behind Earth and is swallowed up by its shadow. But for this to happen, the sun, Earth, and moon have to align precisely. This is known as syzygy. And that’s how my relationship with Damien was. So many things had to align perfectly, at just the right place, at just the right time, and in just the right order for this moment to have happened. For this moment to even exist. Look a little closer at the seemingly disordered chaos of the past few days and a pattern emerges. A pattern that is ordered, structured, and has a singular purpose. Michael needed to leave me at the altar. I needed to be so distraught that I wore my pajamas onto the plane, thus attracting Damien’s attention. I needed to enter the toilet at the exact moment that he was exiting so we could bump into each other and be introduced. I needed to get sick on the plane so that I would have a reason to talk to him later at the airport when I tried to apologize.
