“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”
“ There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The moon so luminous, but only shows her face during the night. Wounded and raged, the sun cries and cries, so sad he hides from the skies hoping to see her. The days become dark, because the sun will not shine. The waves crash so harsh on the shoreline because there is a storm breaching on the inside. If the sun couldn’t see the moon, he would find another way to display his love. While the sun was thinking, the moon was astray.
You see..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 can not 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.”
MAKAYLA ELIZABETH ALLGIRE