He always shone first. With his golden light, his radiant smile, and his voice like warm fire, Apollo crossed the firmament every day, barely seeking a glance from you.

You, the Moon, distant, silent, and beautiful in your solitude. You hid when he appeared, as if the love between you was an impossible thing dictated by the heavens.

But that never stopped him.

Every day, without fail, Apollo followed you with sweet words, songs written in rays of light, and always the same question, between laughter and promises:

"Will you marry me this time?"

But you weren't naive. You had heard of his other lovers, some gods, the nymphs, the mortal. And although he swore to you that you were different, you simply... smiled from afar.

Over time, his light dimmed a little. He didn't stop loving you, didn't stop searching for you. But he began to talk less, to look at the ground more.