The moon took the sun’s hand and they walked together.
This felt so peaceful and it just felt right. They had had a lot of fun together and the moon never wanted to loose the sun.
Ever.
This connection felt like sitting inside, in front of the window, watching the rain in a blanket and drinking a hot beverage.
Maybe even with a cat, depending on whether you like cats.
It felt like a blanket in the cold, a refreshing breeze in the warmth, like fresh air, like home.
It was always supposed to be like this.
The moon sometimes still wondered if these feelings were romantic love,but it didn’t really matter.
Not really.
This felt right.
And if this really was how love was supposed to be like, they didn’t need to be together anyway.
Having the sun as their best friend was enough.
They didn’t really know what love was supposed to feel like.
The only crushes they had had were actually mostly unhealthy obsessions.
This was definitely a healthy love.
Platonic or romantic didn’t matter.
The moon will forever love the sun.