The Moon Is Beautiful Isn't It Response Novels & Stories

I quickly turn back and watch the moon slowly appears from behind the thick clouds, I guess it was really hiding all this while and not really missing, well, I guess there's no need to be bothered anymore. "See. I told you it would come." "Yeah." I can't stop myself from praising it's beauty, tonight, I think its much prettier than any other day. "Woah. It's beautiful." "No, you're beautiful. You shine brighter than the moon and your hair, it feels like the moon itself. If anything, you're an idol of beauty." Dear heavens, I don't think I can handle it anymore. My cheeks feels so hot, and am sweating a bit too much. "Hey, your cheeks are red."

Still, boring. “Is it really that beautiful?” I can't help but ask and she giggles, nodding her head. “What’s so funny about it?” I almost grumble, frowning at her. “It is the way we look at things, though everything made by God is beautiful and amazing.” “Right. Maybe my perspective is that it is boring to look at the moon.” “Exactly. That’s the difference. Anyway, what do you enjoy looking at, then? Bar graphs and charts?”

I ask curious to hear where that sadness is coming from. “I think that the moon is beautiful. The way the stars share the sky, each one shining as bright as the next. There is so much beauty that splashes across the sky when the sunrises or sets. And I can definitely see beauty in flower blooming but I can’t say that life is beautiful.” She says looking at me sadly. This time she doesn’t look away, she looks at me straight in my eyes.

She has an incredible smile on her face seeing my reaction to her in this bikini. Um mm licking my lips, I went back to the loveseat with my eyes glued to Moonlight. So she asked, "What do you think?" I exhaled loudly Whew! You are just so beautiful for the words I love; the words cannot compare with the beauty before me.

I needed my mom and dad to tell me what I was supposed to do when all I was getting was hatred from the person I loved with my soul. Glancing at the moon, I remembered my mother’s words. Your feelings will decide what you see on the moon, Arlet. And here I saw how beautiful yet alone the moon was, covered in the dark clouds, waiting for nothing. It was indeed a beautiful creation, but alone and may be cursed by someone. Those tiny black shades could be the remarks people had given it, but it is still visible from far away.

Tate refused to be deterred, "We haven't talked about the red moon ceremony" he insisted. "and what are we going to say about it? There was obviously a mistake, we can't be mates" Ryan told him, he turned to walk away but Tate held on to him. "The moon goddess doesn't make a mistake" "Tate, we are both men, how can we be mates? We even hate each other. I think we should reject each other" Tate stepped back shaking his head.

Hmm. “It tastes good. Didn't know city wine is this good”, he said, complementing it. She chuckled. “There are a lot of beautiful things in the city”, she said. “Beautiful things like you”, he blurted out. He didn't mean to say that but it did. There was a strange silence between them after that. “What did I do to get this friendly side out of you? Did you lace my drink?!” She smiled. “I was just being nice. It's me thanking you for bringing me home and helping with my car. I would have been stranded if not for you”.

I muttered, suddenly feeling sheepish for even asking him that “How many stars are in the sky?” He smiled, crossing his arms. I looked up at the sky littered with tiny orbs of light and beauty. “I don't know” “Exactly. That's your answer” he smiled. My eyes widened not quite understanding his point. “What? Millions of women?” I whispered. He palmed his face with his hands and shook his head, his body reverberating with laughter. “No, okay… how many moons do we have?”

, he said, looking into my eyes. "One night, I saw a girl. I can't describe what I saw but her face almost made me forget that the moon is the most beautiful thing in the universe. Her face shone like a moon. She lightened the entire grassland with her glow, her eyes were dark blue and her smile was the most heavenly thing I had ever seen. The only thing I felt watching her that she was too beautiful for that ugly world"

However, he has been cherishing and kissing them whenever he gets a chance. "Why would I?" In the dim lights, she witnessed a dissatisfactory frown tugging at his lips, "You know, my mom used to say that whoever I would love, she would be as beautiful as a moon." He looked directly into her eyes and Elysia felt herself evaporating at the heat of them, "And the moon is beautiful even with its stains. You are just like a moon, Luna (moon in Italian). They make you gorgeous. If I could, I would pull out my heart to show you how much I love them."