I’ve been watching you as you try to find your place amongst the stars.
Your purpose is hard to define because you were cosmically designed. 
You hold too much talent to follow just one path.
You’re supposed to paint the whole sky.
Watching you work your way back to full is a divine process.
And you don’t have me fooled one bit. 
I know that you are her. 
You and the moon and too beautiful to be separate entities.
Me and you could be on some Yue and Sokka ish. 
You make me happy , you’re my 11:11 wish. 
I know being a goddess must be a heavy task.
I know your loneliness is something a mortal like me couldn’t ease. 
I’m a man trying to play the moon’s everything.