I wrote The Tale of the Moon and the Sun before the midterm exams, when Yana and I were still having our misunderstanding. I was devastated at that time, that it made me want to write a love letter in the form of a story, wishing that it would reach her. I was becoming hopeless and frustrated. Nevertheless, I got to make something beautiful out of my frustration, and I think it was one of my proudest moments.
Maris and I had spent many late afternoons in the Literature Club room polishing the script. All I wanted at that time was to perfect it. To compensate for the lost time with Yana.
“You’ve always loved the moon, haven’t you?” Maris said to me when I told her about the concept I had in mind.
“I think everybody does,” I replied, thinking how the moon could captivate the hearts of many onlookers.
“Well, I don’t,” Maris said proudly, unbothered by her non-conforming tendencies.
“What do you like then?” I asked her.
