Dear Moon,

Wondrous creature and early morning stargazer I plead with you for eternity to hang your hat on the coatrack inside my heart and forget where you put it when you try to leave. Please, I plead, don’t ever leave. I could spend eternity in darkness if I knew that you were still there somewhere, I could breathe carbon dioxide if it would allow me more hours to spend with you. For one hour with you is too much and one hundred is never enough, once I’ve had you in my sights my eyes lose their shine in the sun and his lips no longer kiss my skin but burn it crimson.

I used to love summer, you know. Before your elegance tainted my affections, I would stand in the sand and soak in the rays of the sun like oxygen, watch the bees buzz with the wind and wonder why I couldn’t live in that moment forever. Every day since I’ve met you I thank the wind of the cosmos that brought us together, say thank you so that every day I have a night to look forward to. Now that I’ve known the way it feels to stand under your light and breathe in the scintillating view of the stars far above me I don’t think I could ever go back. Now that I know, winter is my favorite season. Longer nights and shorter days, counting down the seconds until I can stare into the skies with you by my side. On the days when I’m blessed with snowfall I revel in the sight of your pale complexion accompanying me wherever I am to go.

God, I miss you. I remember warm summer nights when I spent fleeting moments with you before my eyelids fell like the shooting stars I love so dearly. I remember brisk fall nights watching the clouds worship your gravity and imagining the bare tree branches as skeleton bones reaching out to hold me in a way only they could. Imagining their thin bones through the cloth of my jacket, grasping my wrist and asking me not to leave them alone. I remember the night I first met you. I was so naive. Running into the woods like a frightened animal, tripping over tree roots and my own feet, tears pouring down my face like rain. I remember the way the cold, damp grass pressed against my thin shirt and tickled the back of my neck when I breathed. But most of all, I remember you. I remember the second my eyes strained to see on a galactic level your bruises and scars. I remember thinking to myself that I would be satisfied to spend the rest of my finite life exploring your surface. You ruined me. I didn’t think I would ever be so happy to be destroyed from the inside out. Thank you.

Sincerely, your secret admirer.