Once you start loving yourself, you no longer need others to complete you, for you find solace in your own company. You mould and shape your own personality, chisel yourself into a kinder person, and ultimately better things attract you. You are no longer enslaved by your thoughts or try to fit in, you rather stand out.

Platonic love transcends the dimensions of distance. It doesn't cause surges of exhilaration, rather soothes and feeds your soul, for it's patient, kind and hopeful. It doesn't ensnare or tame you, but sets you free. It's not blind and obscure, but an open book. Lastly, it's not deceitful, rather utterly pure!

The abode of nature can be your safest haven and your greatest companion. Those shooting stars will always listen to your inaudible prayers, the chirping Nightingales shall sing you hymns of love and the rustling leaves shall carry away the weight of all your unresolved, inner conflicts. You may be alone, but never lonely in the lap of Nature.

Just like the moon, she casts a dark, eerie umbra to conceal her shadow side, waxing and waning through an eternity of tragedies. She moves in pirouettes, loves obscurity and is mystical in her own peculiar way. Darkness swathes her, digging scars and craters too deep. Yet, she resurrects with each new phase, and the stars cascade on her chilled visage. She's magic, mystery and melancholy.