Exactly one year ago today I wrote about how a compass reminds me of love.
This year, only one thing comes to mind...
The Moon.
It may sound unoriginal when pairing it with love but it never gets old to me.
I'll refer to Moon as a girl....and Earth as boy..
Did you know she was made up of debris from his crust? From a part of him?
And although she shares so many different views of herself to him, he only is able to see one side of her surface.
She looks flawless in his gaze, perfectly imperfect, yet...
Up close she is flawed. She has some rough edges and some smooth, usually unpredictable, but he welcomes this because he is fascinated by her beauty, her mystery, her unknown.
His gravity holds her in orbit, but it pulls differently at various parts of her.
She controls most of his tides, although, there is an outside force - the Sun - that sometimes interferes. When this happens, when she pairs up with the Sun, that's when his tides are the highest and the lowest. The most extreme.
Only twelve people have ever touched her.
He has not, but he always looks up at her in the sky,
and their atmospheres are always in relation to one another.
He is proud that he helped create her.
Happy Valentines Day.
~ L ~
