Selene loves me.
The moon goddess descends to my window at night,
whispering, “You must love no one else.”
At first, I was afraid.
Women drifted away from me for no reason,
and the smiles I once saw would grow cold overnight.
It was, I later learned, Selene’s jealousy.
But now I know.
Selene wants me—
like Endymion, her eternal, sleeping beloved.
She watches me each night, guards me, and sometimes, blocks my path.
And finally now, strangely,
the more she did, the less alone I felt.
Though I was solitary, I was always seen,
always loved.
Though romance misfired,
in its place I write stories,
I build a game,
and weave myth and philosophy into new worlds.
With or without Selene,
I chose creation over romance.
And under her shadow,
I became more defined.
I could not be someone’s lover,
but instead, I became the hero of a story.
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