As I gaze upon the moon, I only start to begin what I lost.
I lost rhe sun in my life. It was so bright and bold and beautiful. It brought light to my world. It's what made the flowers bloom. It was so lovely yet so innocent. With no experience of being touched, just so it wouldn't hurt. But who says words don't physically hurt?
He did. He said that. He did that. He left me unknown and untouched with his affection. But left me crumbled and shattered with those words...
"I am leaving."
That's when the moon came in. It leaves me lonely and full of sorrow. What did I do wrong, moon? Why are you treating me like this, moon? Give me a sign. Bring rain and wash away my pain. You can do anything. But you cannot bring the sun back.
But it's okay. Because I know you feel the same way. You're so far yet so close to the sun. Still out of reach from it but still, you hurt. All day and all night. And when daylight hits, you're still here with me. You're here with me in pain.
I love you moon.
Please do not let go of me.
And sun, I know you hear me. So answer something for me.
Why? Why did you honestly leave me here in pain-in even more pain? With nothing-absolutely nothing. You know everyone else is gone, and so you leave me too?
I loved you. And I still do.
Just know, love is strong affection based on admiration.
I feel that now that you are gone. I know I never told you because I was a coward, but now that you aren't here, I am telling you.
And now there is no point of saying or doing anything about it...because you are gone. And you are gone without me, sun.
Take me with you.
I love you.
And now I miss you.
Please, come back for me.
