Selenophile

"The moon is beautiful isn't it?"

"And the sun is hot as fuck doesn't it?"

The pair laughed as they indirectly opened their feelings toward each other and sighed contently knowing they have each other at their arms.

"I hope its light lasts forever. To lighten up the world in the dark nights." Says the black haired male who smiled weakly at the moon above them as he caresses her partner's soft ebony locks. He just loves how her black hair and her pale white skin pairs so well that it reminds him of the moon whom he loved looking at.
He is indeed a Selenophile.

"A moon doesn't shine on its own though. It needs the sun to reflect light from its surface to lighten the world at night, just how I need you to be able to smile sincerely even in my days of misery." The oblivious latter says as she adjusts herself closer to cuddle the source of her light, her personal sun.