i was in love with life and i was in love with you.
you were everything. you would walk in at 7:30 in the morning and you would just smile. then the whole room would light up. it was like i was seeing you for the first time every single morning. you were beautiful—mesmerizing, to say the least.
i loved you. i loved you like the sun loves the moon. and you know what? i think the sun loved you too because it would shine when you were happy and hide when you were sad. it was almost as if it knew how you felt and wanted to stand beside you and show the world how you were feeling that day.
the sad part about the moon is that even though she loves the sun, she never sees her. she just has to keep on living and loving without ever really seeing or having proof that sun loves her too.
i know you don’t love me. that’s ok. i say i’m ok, but im not. and that’s ok too.
sometimes i sit here at night and think about all the things we could have been. if i wasn’t me and if you weren’t you, maybe we wouldn’t have to be the sun and the moon.
i loved you like i loved my life. maybe that wasn’t enough. maybe along the way i learned to love life a little more, and you a little less.
maybe it’s sad, but maybe it’s triumphant—the fact that i’ve learned to be my own person outside of knowing you.
maybe in another time we’ll meet and the timing will be right and we’ll be the right people. maybe the moon will finally get her proof that sun loves her in return.
-m.f.
Nov. 14th, 2017
