This is part of a story that I never finished... guys POV

She assures me that the bruises on hers knees are because she can never remember not to hit the wall. She drones on and on about how her brain is full of scars. The two of us are sandwiched together,sitting between the roots of an old tree. The moonlight hits the grass and turns it neon green the night is to bright for our eyes so we shut them simultaneously and we start to dream. There is a dull pain in my back that keeps reminding me that we are not as young as we use to be. The air between is electric and stale I can feel her breathing in sync with mine, our heart beats grow faster and in this light her face looks as if it was carved from stone, so smooth and still. I know now that I don't want the moon to go down, that I want to take this moment and keep it in a jar of formaldehyde because I don't want to forget the October chill or the color of her hair. She interrupts my thoughts with own she wonders out loud if the trees grow high because they are trying to reach the stars.