I pale in comparison. And my light is getting dimmer still.
Even so, I ask,
"If I write about you, would you care?"
"Would you even notice?"
Well, maybe not. And for the first time in a very long time, I don’t even care. I won’t be hurt. I won’t be discouraged. I would remain as the moon to the sun that you are: living in the shadows, but sustained by your light.
You make me feel less…but at the same time, you make me want to be more.
"I love you like certain dark things are to be loved: in secret, between the shadow and the soul."______________
~ Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda