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Sun and the moon

Dear my sun,

I mean I'm sat here telling the moon about you. I wonder if you knew how much I missed you if you'd come back. My words are full of dismissal and passive aggressive hate as the moon just laughs. My words are full of lies, she says, the sun is similar to you. I don't think I'm like the sun... or you for that matter. I don't light up spaces like you do, or create an immaculate energy. I reflect others' energy in the hopes of shining just as bright. I'm still the same. I haven't changed. More so wilted, like a delicate lavender flower in the wind. Your smile is delicate. I am not. When you used to smile at me and call my name, suddenly my heart grew lavender and I was a plentiful field again. The moon tells me not to worry. I don't trust her. She tells me that everything will work out. I don't believe it. She says I am like her. She says that I'm pretty in my own right. She says that you and me will fit together like sun and moon, when I thought we could never share the same sky. She laughs again before telling me one last thing. She tells me the sun loves her like you love me, and that I shouldn't be afraid. Now I'm sat by myself. They say there is no life without the sun, so now I'm wondering can we share the same sky? I'm scared I'll fall out of orbit. And I'm worried about what will happen to my earth.

Love, your moon.