Selenophile

Nothing looks as beautiful in the night sky as the moon. Up above so lonely. A source of light but not its own. Oh, how helpless it might be. 

She could sit all night and stare at the moon. With her homework done and dinner safely residing in her stomach, there was nothing better than just looking at the moon. She wanted to give the moon attention. She wanted to make it fill less lonely. The five-year-old spirit hadn't left her; she whispered her secrets to the moon. 

Years went on. The girl sat in the same spot and wondered, "I've sat here and talked to you, moon, for quite some years but I don't think I can marry you. We are so incompatible. Could it be possible that my soulmate could be looking at you?" 

One day as she sat there wondering what will become of her love life, she averted her eyes to the ground below and she froze. 

It might have been the glow of the moon but he shone so bright in her eyes that she couldn't help but keep staring at him. Completely oblivious of her stare, he strode to where he was going with a smile that rid her mind of all problems she had. In that moment the world seemed to have stopped. Was she the only one feeling that? 

"Dear moon, if he won't hold my heart in his grasp for long, please don't make him shine like that. I don't want to burden my poor heart and end up tying my own neck to my death." 

She stood up to leave but lost her balance and fell to what she thought would be her death. But how come she could still see the moon? "Are you alright?" A deep voice asked. Her eyes followed the source of the sound and there was the one who had made time stop. One that had stolen the moon's light. 

"Can you hold me like this and never let me go?" She wondered if the moon had made her fall into the arms of the thief of her heart. Had the moon made her turn her head only to see the man it had chosen for her? No matter who or what was behind the little incident, she wanted to believe the moon was grateful for her company and was paying her back.