The Moon

My Darling

My love ran deeper than I realized. Every night, when I laid eyes on her, I couldn't help but stare.

When the sun shone upon the Earth's surface, glaring its rays upon the world, it was hard to look at. No matter how beautiful or nice the sun may have felt, I could never see it properly unless I planned on burning my retinas. While the moon's soft glow allowed not only my sight to take in her beauty, she also helped calm the Earth and whisked away the humans to sleep.

It is known, that most crimes happen at night. Yet it is when I feel the safest. The world falls asleep and I'm free to roam in peace. I don't have to worry about eyes watching my every move or strangers/passersby seeing me in the light of day. Under the moon's gaze, I feel safe. She hides me away in the blanket she gives me.

There are moments when I forget about her. Life truly takes people onto a roller coaster. It was always when I was at my lowest point when she shone brighter in the sky, taking me off-guard when my gaze fell upon her. Whenever I looked for her, I could never find her, but she found me when I least expected. She was always in the most beautiful forms of herself whenever she found me. I'd always think, "The moon is so beautiful. There is no possible way it can get better than this."

It did. She did. The moon got more and more beautiful. Maybe it was my love growing for her or my eyes never growing accustomed to her, but she got more beautiful with time. The same time that gradually takes away my life. The very time that chips at my being. Time was of the essence for me, but for her, it was all she needed.

The quiet nights were my cherry on top. It was peaceful and calming, everything I needed after long days.

The days where I felt depressed. When I felt happy. Along with the times I experienced love. The moon was right there, but she's not mine. I can say mine, mine, mine all I want but she'll never really be mine.

The moon is the Earth's. Besides that, the whole world sees the moon. She'll never truly be mine. People see their loved ones within the moon. Many others speak to the moon with the same or more love as I do.

How can I claim the moon as my own?

A daunting thing to ask, but who am I to claim anything as my own?

The moon isn't tangible. Is it possible for me to set foot on it and take a handful of moon rocks or sand? Yes. Could I claim them as my own? Sure, but would that mean the moon is mine? No.

She is her own. The moon pulls our tides and graces us with its appearance every month. Not just every month, all month long. She takes one day a month to rest. Only one day. Truthfully, she deserves more, but then I wouldn't get to see her as often.

However, there is a conflict. The moon only glows because of reflected sunlight.

Am I in love with the moon or the reflection of the sun?

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