love, huh?

what a funny thing. the fact that you can enjoy the presence of something or someone to such an amount is.. interesting.

unrequited.

what’s the opinion on that?

look at the sun. she’s so _beautiful! _she’s so _bright! _how could you live without her?

i’m sure the moon agrees. look at him, he _shines_ because of her. he _glows_ because of her. look, he rotates around her, even if it’s indirectly.

oh! oh! oh!

the pain! oh!

the sun doesn’t even know the moon exists!

the moon lives because of the sun, but if he were to be careless, she would kill him.

love, huh?

unrequited, whole, love.

the flower still blooms, though.

through the reflection of the sun’s carelessness, through the love of the moon, it flourishes. the petals are shiny and smooth and beautiful.

and this flower, this flower is true unconditional love.

because, the moons knows nothing will be returned.

but still!

he loves her