The sun and moon, an endless story of chase and repel. If I were water, you’d be oil, and with no soap to bind us together, we will never see eye to eye.

I will never settle. You are mine and mine to me. I have not ownership of you, but it is you that I have claimed for myself. Every conscious moment I dedicate myself to you; my time, my efforts, my belongings, my being itself. You are my purpose, and every conscious moment, I pray that one day I will be the one you chose for yourself.

We are sun and moon, constantly changing, constantly chasing. The moon will always follow the sun, pleading, asking, begging, beseeching for reciprocated love, for the sun is what shed the moon of its darkness. And the sun, despite the moon’s desperation, will answer, “No, I don’t love you,” forevermore.