At night she takes a break from learning to love herself and dreaming of romance and takes a walk with the moon. She’s falling in love with her constant companion. Perhaps it is lunacy, but she is comforted knowing it is always been there, always has been, reminding her that she is whole, no matter what phase she’s in. She lets it guide her, enjoying the gift that lights up the sky. And when she is guided home, she writes love poems to the moon.