When I think about our love the only metaphor that seems to escape from my lips is you are the sun and I am the moon. We cannot collide I would be obliterated by your heat, but at the same time you are what completes me. In your absence the days are just comprided of endless gloom. However, you can be poison when there's too much of you and although most days I cannot get enough of your warmth, Sometimes, I just prefer the shade so I don't get burned. But I am afraid I cannot prevail without you even when you are not here, you are still there. I do not exist on my own, but I must learn how to; so when I think about our love, you are the soon and I the moon, we cannot collide. But we chose to anyway and now I am destroyed.