The sun held the moon in his hands
While she lay there broken, he stroked her skin and whispered to her of her importance
After millions of years of reflecting everyone else's light, she didn't know how to live for herself
But she would learn
The sun would remind her who she was, who she wanted to be
He would let his warmth leak into her
He would even teach her how to break out of orbit
And most importantly he would give her all the light she needed

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The sun and the moon held each other blissfully, while he ran his fingers through her hair
She said to him,
"I am stricken by your capacity for gentleness."