Grá

The sun was much bigger and brighter than the moon. This was a hopeless case, really. How could such a lifeless piece of rock ever compare to the brightest star it could see in the entire vastness of space?

The moon also could never let itself forget that it was not at all alight. Everyone knew that none of the light really belonged to it, and that made it insecure.

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The sun’s shine was not as peaceful as the moon’s. No one could ever look at it for enough time because its blinding brightness was just too much. Its existence was definitely not quiet, nor could it ever go by unnoticed by any of the other planets or fellow stars.

The sun felt like it took up too much space, and absolutely hated being seen and yet, could still do nothing to even dim its light a little bit, for the pressure exploding from inside was killing its every hope of doing so, at least for now. The sun was constantly alight. All of the light belonged to it, and that made it insecure.

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The moon did know how small and invisible it was to the sun, being one of the too many bodies that were hundreds of thousands of times smaller.

Sadness was a thing the moon felt every time that time of the month came, the couple of days when it could turn its face away from the earth and see the sun, and shine, even if fraudlently.

After all, it was just an extremely tiny thing that’s associated with one of the most mediocre of the planets oribting the majestic star. The moon knew that there was no hope for it to ever be seen.

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The truth is that, the sun could see the moon. It could see everyone all the time because it was the biggest of them all, getting the prevelige of just looking down and watching the magic caused by its gravity happen. It wished and hoped, but that wasn’t going to do anything, and the sun knew.

The sun was sad that the moon has chosen to orbit another, smaller sphere other than itself. Not that the sun was conceited or anything, but it was a good reason to be pissed that the most beautiful of all the orbs didn’t choose it, while all the others it never wanted did so willingly.

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The distance between the sun and the moon is about 150 million kilometers. And yet, at a single one of the many points time had to give them, they yearned for one another; They were both shining and facing one another, their eyes met fleetingly, and the universe dissolved into an infinite continuum of uniformity.

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The moon has made peace with how things are, and decided it was grateful that the sun had seen a glimpse of it, however small it might have been. God, was it a great feeling to be seen.

The sun has decided that there was not much it could do, either. And close to its heart, it held the feeling of being blessed that came from knowing that the moon’s eyes have ever been laid on it.

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