Conversations with myself

There once was a boy whose only friend was the Moon

and whenever the boy got lonely

he would talk to the Moon

one night he said to the moon

what if she doesn't love me the same way I love her

and his friend was silent

after a long moment of deafening loneliness

the soft deep tune of his friends voice played calming the inwards of the boy that were most afraid

and the Moon said

my boy love is the melody of who you are

so long as the love you give is pure

the love you seek will undoubtedly find its way back to you

maybe not in the way you wish

but in the way your soul most desperately needs