taken from lunar beaux's journal (diary)
the spring air must've done something to make me feel this way towards you. just you. always you. it's like you're the sun and im pulled by your gravity, constantly drawn to you, crashing into you. you is all i think about, it drives me insane. this you, with tan skin, warm brown eyes, fluffy messy locks, and oh the way your pinkish lips would spread into a grin as your face lights up with pure joy.
i think i'm in love with you.
the me that is cursed by aphrodite that i will never love again, is falling for a star that i am not able to reach. from a far i shall watch you with loving eyes, hoping that one day. that my love for you will soon come to pass. and as i await for that day, i swear to love you with all my heart.
from the moon,
to his sun
