“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” “ there once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright. The.
"The beginning of love is to let the one we love be perfectly themselves, not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them." - Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island