On an average Wednesday the Sun fell deeply in love with the moon. They were like complete opposites & had different responsibilities within the solar system the sun had fallen deeply as if the moon cast a spell. Even though they only met in passing the two couldn't help but notice one another. There was something so powerful about the moon..it had such a magnetic pull yet still having dominance & restraint. Some deep rooted mystery that the sun couldn't understand. The irresistibility, mystery, mystic power? But the mystery was so intriguing. The Sun loved every hole & crater on the Moon, loved that it was of a different shade and size. Loved it's rotational axis. He (the moon) functioned differently than she (the sun) ever could. He had his shit together and she was a hot f*cking mess. They were true opposites, ying & yang, darkness & light. Even though the moon radiates of self confidence on the outside at times the moon felt ashamed of it's appearance but the Sun saw deeper...she saw into the very core of the moon's soul. The Sun saw the selflessness... These were not just craters, these were battle scars. The moon had been protecting the earth from asteroids deep in space. She knew he was tough on the outside with a beautiful soul on the inside. How could you not see the beauty in that. She understood about making sacrifices she had made several sacrifices since the beginning of time, the big bang. She craved to be in his presence. He pretended to not care even though he did. Even though the Sun was beautiful she had a bad reputation for burning all that got too close. She was often misunderstood. The Sun had accepted a life of solitude. How could anyone love something that they could never get close to. She could barely love herself. "The hotter I burn the more that I love you. & if you got this close that's saying something! But if I don't let you get close that's speaking volumes too because I never want to do anything to hurt you. Run away from me..." The Sun would protect itself & never let anyone get too close. Legend says the sun developed her inescapable heat when burned by her first love light years ago; a stupid alien who constantly cheated with planets from far away galaxies in another dimension. The thing about the Sun is as much as you want to stare & admire it's beauty you will always get hurt. Even still the Moon loved the fire that burned so deeply in the sun. Loved the warmth projected how she effortlessly illuminated the galaxy. He loved how she left everything better than she found it yet she was struggling to make herself better, struggling in all aspects truly. She was different. The stars were nice to gaze at in passing but the moon could never forget the Sun's glow. Even though he knew that She would burn him. Even though there was no way they could ever be together this was love. Their own kind of love. An unexplainable, explosive, what happens next, hide your true feelings, secret type of love. They had their differences but like the Sun the moon has a warmth to the core. The moon was nothing but love on the inside & a tough surface area on the outer core. She could see layers that of him that most could not. He was a quiet mystery with piercing eyes. He left her wondering & curious. She wanted to explore the depths of his soul but she wouldn't dare be bold enough to ask. She was polite & sweet on the outside but bursting with intense passion on the inside. She secretly admired the moon for century's & is still doing so... She will continue loving the moon at a distance. It excites her. She loves the mystery. It makes her burn brighter. They never speak of the admiration they share for one another, not even during the solar eclipse. Some things are best left unsaid but take it as is. The Sun is just happy of the moon's existence & for the interactions that they do have. She will always care for him in a special way & even though the moon voted for Trump she still wants his trust & acceptance. I'm sorry... -The Sun