The sun and moon are very much like the two people loving me.
One of them is like the sun; he'll keep me happy; elated, even. He is like my escape. He's got me on the edge of my seat because of the thrill of our relationship. He makes me look forward to tomorrow. But just like the sun, there would be times wherein he would hide among the clouds. On times that I want to see him, he won't be there. Sometimes, when I'm with him, I get a little bit too overwhelmed. He would blind me and I look away. He was too bright.
My other one is like the moon. At times my sun would never be there for me-or nighttime, for that matter-he would protect me. Reassure me that everything is alright and he'll always be there, by my side. He's my light during darkness. My moon at night. But sometimes, he gets a little overprotective of me. He won't want me near anyone else, especially not my sun. I admit, I resented him for that.
But just like the sun and the moon, I wouldn't be able to live without them. I would die of coldness, darkness, despair. I need both of them. At the same time. They balance each other out. Think about it: I need a little sun in my life but the moon keeps my feet on the ground.
After I have accomplished my own, personal eclipse, I've learned that,
The sun and moon will never be able to relate and I never should have tried.