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Someone once told me that the sun and the moon were once living happily together, and all other celestial bodies were envy of their devotion to one another.
But as years passed, the sun got brighter and brighter while the moon stayed dull.
Even though the moon still loves the sun, it started to get very insecure. And words started to spread from star to star, that the sun would be better off with another, instead of staying in this solar system with the moon.
But the sun pledged its love for the moon, for as long as it is burning.
But words are only words.
The sun soon received too much attention and lost its affection for the moon.
The moon couldn't possibly request the sun not to shine anymore. It was only then that the moon realized that two of them belong to different worlds.
The day and the night.
And maybe, just maybe, this is why many people only cry at night.
But as years passed, the sun got brighter and brighter while the moon stayed dull.
Even though the moon still loves the sun, it started to get very insecure. And words started to spread from star to star, that the sun would be better off with another, instead of staying in this solar system with the moon.
But the sun pledged its love for the moon, for as long as it is burning.
But words are only words.
The sun soon received too much attention and lost its affection for the moon.
The moon couldn't possibly request the sun not to shine anymore. It was only then that the moon realized that two of them belong to different worlds.
The day and the night.
And maybe, just maybe, this is why many people only cry at night.