The sun was always bright and bustling. Whenever I thought of the sun, it usually followed with crowds and noise. It was never the most enjoyable thing to look forward to in the day from when I first open my eyes in the morning. Which is why I love the moon. She was beautiful and calm. It was the quiet that lured me into the everlasting love.
But was it false love?
After all, the moon only glowed because of the sun.
Am I in love with the sun?
That can't a possibility. It's the moon that attracts me into its night. It's the night the calms me and provides comfort. The calm to fight the chaos of the sun.
It doesn't matter anymore. My love lies with the moon. Nothing can stop that love from blossoming beyond imaginable. My love runs deeper and grows with passing years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. Every passing moment is a moment for my love to go past expectations. The days grow my longing and love. My longing for a love that will bring peace. I don't want constant fun but a moment to stop longing for something as distant as the moon.
The world can't bring peace, nor can humans. Human beings bring the chaos to Earth and cause havoc. Only the moon can soothe them, but even then, no one is truly safe.
My love,
I long for you. I miss you. I want you. There will never be a moment where I stop loving you. You've brought me a light that I will never let go of. It's a light that brought me love and joy. A peaceful joy that keeps me wanting more. I will always want more knowing I won't be provided with it, but that keeps me satisfied. The satisfaction of the possibility of more. I know there is more beyond you and that keeps me pushing forward. It doesn't matter that you glow only with the help of the sun. To me, it's still your own glow. The reflection of your beauty. Not an image created to fool everyone but the bare image of self.
Stay peaceful my darling. My dear shall caress the world with a cooling hug and blanket it in beauty.
Say, the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?
I love you
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The Moon
Short StoryMy love for the moon. Moon .𖥔 ݁ ˖☾𖤓.𖥔 ݁ ˖ the natural satellite of the earth, visible (chiefly at night) by reflected light from the sun. Selenophile someone who has a love of the moon
