There was once a boy who offered me the moon. You should see him then, he had this big orb glowing in his hands with little pockets of curve on its surface, and a boyish smile that could set the whole sky alight. I should have taken his offer, but I didn’t. For this boy is made of darkness, and all he has throughout his life is this little moon, a little light in the expanse of his darkness, and I love this boy too much to take away his one source of light and happiness.
Too late when I realize that by giving me his moon, he was really asking me to be his newfound light, his new source of happiness, and silly me had said no.