He was the moon. Gorgeous and ever changing.
He was the kind of beautiful that drew you in and wouldn't let you go.
He was hypnotizing and gentle with a calming voice and eyes that shone like blue diamonds against a white background.
I was a dimly lit star.
Boring, bland, dull. I didn't stand out. Not enough for him to notice me.
I spent days on end admiring his beauty from a far. He couldn't see me and it was better that way.
I started to shine for him. Desperately trying to stand out to him.
Trying to show him how hard I worked for him.
I spent hours shining. I would tough through the pain in hopes that he would notice how bright I shone just for him.
The pain, was unbearable. But I did it...
For him.
I was so blinded by my own love to see that those beautiful diamond eyes were too focused on the sun.
The sun shone brightly without trying. She didn't love him as he loved her.
She had not a care in the world for the moon, yet he still stared at her just as I did him.
I went back to being dim. I had no cares anymore. I lost my love for him, and he still continued to love her even though she did not him.
When I let him go, I no longer felt pain. I no longer had to strain myself to please someone who cared not about me.
When I let him go, I was free
I don't need to shine to be beautiful.
Just as I did not need the moon to feel love.
