Picture yourself on the beach in the dark of the night. You feel the damp sand with your toes as they sink into it with every slow, light step you take. A rush of water creeps up and you let the cool water chill up to your ankles. There is a light breeze and your hair blows freely behind you as it weaves through your flowy locks.

You look up. The stars are scattered across the night sky. They are innumerable, limitless, and infinite. Each one is different, having each its own unique set of planets, each its own size, and each its own distance from you. The one star closest to you is the sun, but the sun is out of view and only a reflection remains: the lonely moon.

The moon is sad because she is all alone in the night sky. All of the other stars have run far away from her and the one that is close to her is dancing bittersweetly around the Earth, always having to keep his distance from her. But even as grief-stricken as she is, the moon still fulfills her purpose: telling the whole Earth of the one she loves, reflecting the sun.

But the people of the Earth don't hear her sobbing. No one consoles the moon. Instead, they use her cries of despair as a light through the darkness. They meet together in the night under the moon where the mood is special and share something the moon doesn't have: love.

They walk together barefoot on the beach, letting the cool, dark water lap over their ankles, thankful for the light their eyes have adjust to seeing, but ignoring the weeping that their ears haven't adjusted to hearing.

And the downcast, gloomy moon has to watch it all. She has to witness all of those who find love in the night while she herself suffers from the distance from her belovèd sun. And even though it pains her with every passing night, the moon continues to reflect the sun and convey for hours on end how much she loves the sun.

Why does she do this? Why does the moon continue to torture her crater-riddled heart in this way? It is so that those on the Earth who have love will continue to find it in the night.

She likes to gaze down on them and pretend that she is the girl with flowy blonde hair who is being embraced and kissed by the boy with short, messy silver hair. The moon confides in them even though they don't know it because she finds hope in the love they have found, that one night her own love might come around to be with her someday.

But there's just one thing that's wrong: when the moon is finally able to get close to the sun in an eclipse, she blocks the sun's light from the Earth. So she quickly moves aside so that she won't be in the way of the love that the people of the Earth have.

The moon knows that she can never truly be with the sun, but she is never able to accept it. However, she is at peace with the situation because of the love that humans find under her reflection at night. So she perseveres, every night without fail, and tells of her bittersweet love with the sun, shining softly a peaceful and relaxing yet desolate and miserable glow.

That's why the moon is so romantic. She's a reminder of how much you need a person to brighten up your life and keep you warm. She constantly tells you to relish every moment you have with that person because love is priceless and timeless. It is only because the moon finds that some people do find true love that she is able to carry on night after dark night.