A letter that was not sent, a cat that did not exist, a dialog box that was written many times and then deleted. They were spinning in their own orbits, thinking that intersection was a luxury, but they didn't know that the other party was also approaching them.
When the moon decided to move closer to the sun, it was not because he no longer felt inferior, but because he finally discovered that he was more afraid of not being able to see the light again than he was afraid of being burned.
Concept: Secret love is a long stretch of self-pulling. You look up at the sun in the abyss, but the sun says that you are also light.
This is a story about two people who don't know how to love and get close to each other. She is like the sun, shining on everyone with its innate brightness; he is like the moon, accustomed to hiding its light on the back, only shining alone in the middle of the night. He thought that being close to the light was a luxury, but she didn't know that she was the light.
They slowly learned from each other's gaze that love is not possession, not inferiority, or repeated temptation to push away and come closer. Love is when one person says "I want to be close to you" and another person says "I have been waiting for you".