You know what I mean.

The Sun was nothing.

She was always there and there was always someone concerned about her.
She inspired many and brightened up people's days.
She was so bright, one would not see the others in the sky.
She was kind to everyone and she was greatly appreciated by her fellow stars.
Never did she dim except for the rare bad day.
She brought energy and life to the world.
The Sun is everything.

The Moon was nothing.

The Moon was not alone; he was with the stars.
(People admired the stars more since they formed groups of their own and amazed the people. They caught their attention by falling or shining much much brighter than expected.)
No one gave much attention to him unless there was something peculiar at night.
He would undergo certain ways of hiding himself; sometimes hiding just a quarter of himself, sometimes half and sometimes his whole self.
He reflected the Sun's brilliance, yet he will never be the same as the sun.
He brought peace and solemnity to the world.

The Moon appeared when the Sun wasn't there because he was afraid he'd screw things up. He knew that Sun wouldn't like him back. What would you expect from supposed polar opposites?

Oh how the Moon wished to be with the Sun!

There were occasions when the Sun was still high and it was fated that Moon would show himself. Sun would be temporarily preoccupied with Moon but there was nothing more than simple interactions.
Moon longed for these days even if things were completely platonic.

He was so sure he could follow Her until the end of time, going around the Earth in search of the Sun.

And yet, the Moon is nothing.