It was the winter of unrequited love, when the cracks of her broken heart froze in place, and when her broken being was determined to never mend, ever again.
Today, her mind is hazy about how she passed time during those days when darkness had become a part of her life. She remembers just one thing.
At nights, when sleep eluded her and her heart bled yet again, she would walk up to her bedroom window. And find the moon waiting.

It surprised her how the moon, when it had the whole sky to itself, could possibly be always visible from her window.

In those starry nights, she would curl up in the window sill and wonder what the moon wanted to tell her. Her thoughts would alternate between her lost love and the brightness of the moon. As the winter turned into summer, the love in her heart that had turned into pain subsided, making more room for the moonlight. And then came a day when it was only the blue ethereal light that filled her being. Those sleepless starry nights and her rendezvous with the moon had made her slowly pick up the pieces of her broken life. 

Today, she is secure in her place under the sun and happy with a replenished love and a new life.

And the moon remains her friend, the moon that had peeked into her window every night and reminded her that she, too could shine through darkness.

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