Love Story of the Sun and the Moon.

Last night, before I went to bed, I hugged her for one last time simply to feel her before I fade away to the dreamland. But just by then, she turned to me with that curiosity on her eyes and of course, I got wonder. "Hey," her eyes getting darker with a little of grey shades. "Tell me a story about how the sun loved the moon so much, that he died every night just to let her breath." she mumbled, eyes staring right through mine.

And I smiled, simply because I knew what to say.

"Once upon a time, when the earth was still simple, the sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, that he was even the source of their warmth.

But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies, longing for a company. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was destined to a life of solidarity. That was the price for being the brightest, he thought.

Then there was the moon. As the sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would raise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The stars watched her with wishfullness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn't feel so empty. But they couldn't. The moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.

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 that the moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.

So just as the stars were wandering into the night, the sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the moon was untouchable, uncurable, unfreeable.

"Go," she whispered to him one of those nights with her voice that as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of the morning. "Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on 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 in case she could change his mind. But it was no use.

"Don't you dare abandon your blessings of light for my darkness." and those were the last words the moon was strong enough to speak to the sun." I responded.

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idektatablake ® October 2013.

Just felt like to post something today. Found a tweet of someone saying, "tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, that he died every night just to let her breathe." And I was literally touched. And when I searched that quotation, I found a link to a story of the Sun and the Moon on Wattpad. And really, I just felt like to post her beautiful creation. And in case you should know, this story I posted is not mine to be owned. All right reserves.