Put it all on me...

We're constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it. And on this sleepless night, as the darkness advances and somehow the sky is getting darker still, look up at the sky and remind yourself that despite what it may feel like, despite what logic would dictate, what rationalist would scoff at, and non-believers pity, never forget that no matter where you are in the world, who is by your side, and who no longer is, always remember that the moon is never bigger than your thumb.