the darkest nights produce the brightest star




You see..
sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase,and almost always miss one another, But once in a while,they do catch up,and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse 
the moon loves the sun so much, that when he is away, she chooses not to take a single breath, because not seeing him today, is a pain worse than death. the sun cannot see but he can hear, he can feel her soul and it soon became clear. The sun would die each and every night to let his true love breathe, for it would put an end to all her misery. ” “ a tale like this should be heard and seen.” 
And no one will know it is the story of you and me



how the sun loved the moon so much , he died every night to let her breathe

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