the sun taught the moon how to shine for whomever he loved and he started burning for her.
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I. whenever I find myself craving the warmth, that the pacific yet vivacious spirit carries around like a necklace bound to her throat, I remind myself that —— like sun and moon —— I will get to see her at some point of the day; even if it meant that she'd appear in my dreams. on days like these I take the longer way, the one that leads past her house, home —— sometimes that's the closest I can get to her. to catch a glimpse of her or for our paths to cross and our eyes to meet is as scarce as hen's teeth, but it happened, and when it did, it would repeat itself in my head all over again, and again, and again, and my heart would race and start to dance passionately like fairies in meadows. in moments like these I feel the delicateness of mortality, that had left hand-in-hand with my soul the body that I am destined to spend my nagging death; so-called life, in and I ask myself; is this how exciting life is supposed to feel like? has there always been more to life than just existing?
II. it was when I caught her whispering my name to the moon over and over again, that I had heard music for the first time. she makes my name sound so symphonious and lively, that her mouth was the only desirable place for my name to be held in.
III. instead of despising the sun I have come to learn how to love her; every hour before sunrise I would step out to find the girl already staring at the moon —— and when he was out of sight, she would stand up and leave —— and every time i would ask her why she has to go away, to which she always replies with the same mesmerizing smile and the enamoured look in her eyes, saying out of the same reasons you leave when the sun goes down.
VI. I have never understood what she meant with this innuendo, until I realized why I have stopped admiring the moon the same way I admire the sun now; it has been her all along; she became mysun, and I have always been hermoon.
