« I am chasing the moon when all I should do is bury myself in the dirt »
He heard her laments as she was wondering why her life was so empty and disappointing.
He watched as she wept in the dark, her face bathed in the warm light of the moon.
He watched as she gave up and knelt on the floor, imploring the moon's mercy to end it all.
And it broke his heart to see her like this.
« I did as they said, I dreamed big but my dreams were delusions, lies I kept telling myself. »
She laid on the floor, her body curled into a ball as her arms wrapped around her legs.
She had given up after so many fruitless attempts to fight and keep standing. She had given up.
Her heart broke and he heard the sound of its shattered pieces turning into dust. He heard her die
And it broke his heart to see her like this.
« There's not such a thing as dreaming too big. You deserve to want a better life. »
He finally said to her, bracing enough courage to actually step into her life and talk to her.
She shook her head, hearing his words but not understanding them anymore. How could she listen?
He knew the fight would be a tough one because she needed more than words, she needed hope.
So he decided to give her hope, yes, he would find it for her.
He went and stole the moon and as he held it in his shaking hands, he realized what he just did
He stole the moon to give it to her so she wouldn't have to chase after her, he did it for her.
His love for her moved the moon who simply complied. She didn't resist, she didn't fight back.
She let him take her to his beloved, now that he had stepped her and lived in his truth.
She would also help the broken heart see her light and stand back up.
« I brought you the moon so you wouldn't think you couldn't reach out to her. »
He did it, really he did, out of love for the kind withering soul he wanted to bring back to life.
He did it for her and as he knelt in front of the beautiful woman, the thief handed her the moon
She sat on the floor, her hands shakily and coyly trying to touch the moon as he encouraged her
« I brought you the moon to show you that you don't need her to feel alive and important. »
He told her almost choking on his own words.
« Why did you do that? » She asked, confused and worried as her fingers still had not touched it
She felt humbled by such a gesture, scared by such a sacrifice and impressed by such devotion.
He, whose existence she never noticed until then, made such a selfless act for her sake, out of love
And the way he looked at her encouraged the broken soul to touch the moon and feel alive again.
Its soft energy fueled her, the warmth and love of the goddess in the sky shone upon her
And she understood that the moon goddess always listened to her, was aware of her and so was he
«I cannot thank you enough for what you did. You just gave me the moon, from your own will. »
He smiled at her words and kindly released the Moon Goddess who returned to the sky
« My child, you have always been imbued with my light from the day you were born. »
The moon said in a soft nurturing voice while the thief held the hand of the newborn goddess
« You thought you didn't make an impact in this world, that your light was dead and gone. »
She continued as the newborn goddess looked up to her mother the moon, was she wrong?
« You were wrong. Your light never died. Your light shone upon this young soul who took me to you out of love. Your light reached out to me, your mother so I could remind you what you were made of. It is you and you only who gave him enough strength to move a mountain for you, to make you feel better. Your compassion called him and now here you are, born again by your own means. »
« I touched you, mother. I touched the soft light of yours. You brought me to life. »
She wasn't sure of how to respond to her mother since she felt that she wasn't wrong.
« No, child. Love did. You did. He did. LOVE gave you the strength to stand back up»
Love did, the love he felt for the new goddess prompted the man to steal the moon
The need to see her alive and happy motivated him to accomplish this deed
The need to see her direct her compassion towards herself was the key to this success.
« What kind of love ? » asked the newborn goddess
« The love you found for yourself. » answered the moon.
That was what missed all along.
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