He was surreal, an object that someone like me could never have dreamed to fall in love with. 'Someone like me', a thing I often say due to the fact that I have yet to love myself. If I was the sun, burning through all things and scorching a path for myself.. Then he was like the moon; calming, gentle, and bright. He was my Moon, a God-like presence that 'Someone like me' could never fathom of being with.
But it happened, once upon a time. He fell in love with a being like me, a goddess of the sun whom was hated by all. While I brought fertility and life to crops and living things, I was also dangerous. You couldn't look too long, or gaze too close. I was a nightmare of my own fuel, in my honest opinion. But he never thought so. He knew, somehow, that I was a goddess of creation, life's mother, while also being a force of destruction.
The world gazed at him with loving eyes and rosy cheeks, watching as my time came to an end and his merely began. A moon God, who brought good luck and prosperity. Everyone had loved him.
So did I.
But someone like me could never dream of touching such a divine creature, never dream of stroking my delicate fingers through silver locks of hair. Never gaze into blood red eyes that had seen many years, many months, many days.
So how did this happen?
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How I Loved The Moon
Fantasy"How I Loved The Moon" is a fantasy romance novel about how the goddess of the sun fell in love with the god of the moon. A heart-wrenching story of learning to love yourself, and the process of learning to love another. [:TRIGGER WARNING!:] Can me...
