“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.
Sadness…u don't love me huh? You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love.