Dear Moon,
Mums out right now moping about the fact she doesn't think she was good enough for dad.
Though for a fact I know it was me who wasn't good enough.
I'll never be good enough.
Moon how do you do it?
Pull oceans.
Dance with a giant ball of fire.
Disappear only to reappear stronger than ever.
And always silently understand.
Sometimes I think you might be magic.
I wish I had some magic of my own, but that magic disappeared long ago.
Yes I know there's a science behind all that, but there's also a science behind Dad leaving us, that still doesn't explain why though.
That's why right now I'm just regretting every minute I wasted with dad.
That's a lot of minutes.
Love Ashley.
YOU ARE READING
Selenophile
Short StoryDear Moon, I've discovered there's a name for me. Selenophile (n) Someone who loves the moon. It fits me perfectly. I do love you, why wouldn't I? When dad left, I also lost mum, mentally. So I've became alone, until I began to talk to you. Yes, I k...
