How can I help fix you when I can't even fix myself?

" There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. She was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness. The sun would give anything to catch a glimpse of the Moon illuminating the beautiful night sky.

Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow.

Just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurding down a mountain. But they were a world apart.

"Go," she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. "Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow one the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know" During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.

"Don't you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness." And those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun.

The Sun could feel her peaceful soul and it soon became clear. He would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery.

" a tale like this should be heard and seen."

"And no one will know it is the story of you and me."

Forgive me once if I stop to stare,
At moonlit strands of midnight hair
Borne on wintry tides of air.

Forgive me twice if I linger awhile,
To maybe catch that smallest smile
That somehow makes the day worthwhile

Forgive me thrice, no more no less,
For my visions of you in that little black dress
Nam pulcherrima et dulcissima tuus es.