There were always those nights where her mind went to war with her heart. The fight between what she knew, what she felt and what she had to do. Sometimes the hardest decisions are made under the moon.
sometimes I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase and almost always miss one another, but once in a while they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of there eclipse. The Sun and The moon as lovers