Story of an Angel

Across the valley, midnight peaks it's way through the clouds. A young woman and young man make their way back to their blankets. Out under the stars, the man and woman hold hands. He tells her the story of how the stars came to the skies.
"A beautiful angel, just like you, was sent on a mission. She shined like a million lightning bugs, and walked like the wind. See, this angel was supposed to light the sky, because the moon and the sun had gotten themselves in a war, and only darkness prevailed.
"But when the angel came to the village she was supposed to light, she met a poor young man who was struggling to find love. And he did. The angel and the man fell in love. But the moon, who was the master of the night, decided she could not see this man.
"So the angel reluctantly returned to the sky, shining down on the shadows of the village. But she was fading. See, without her love, her life was slipping fast from her fingers. And one night, she fell out of the sky and crashed down to the village.
"More angels were called to light the other villages, and soon the dark sky was lit with angels. The poor man was grief-stricken, and refused to leave the young angel's body. He called upon the moon to come and reason with the young man.
"The moon came, shining her light to the once again dark village. 'Moon,' said the young man, 'Can't you see? She is in danger of losing her life. She loves me, and I love her. Can you not give us a chance?' The moon pondered for but a moment.
"'I cannot,' said the moon, without further explanation. The man was in tears, on his knees in front of the moon. 'Pity us, Moon.' he cried, 'Tell us why you cannot. Tell me why I am forbidden to love, when I have been searching for true love my entire life.'
"The Moon yet again said, 'I cannot.' She left the man and his angel on the outskirts of the village, and called upon another angel to light that part of the sky. The man had not moved an inch since the Moon's disappearance. The angel was still slowly dying.
"Then, one morning, the angel woke up. The Moon and the Sun had stopped fighting, and the Sun had one. See, in a desperate attempt to make the Moon see things his way, the man called the other angel to sabotage the Moon's effort to win the war.
"The angel and the man were given consent from the Sun, whom had befriended the angel. She rose to the sky with the man at her side, and they, together, became the new moon, and did not forbid anyone from true love. But what they didn't know, is that it was planned.
"The Moon said she could not, but she was testing them, to see how far their love would take them. She could not live forever, the Moon, and she knew the Sun would eventually win the war. She chose the angel to become the new moon, and gave her control of the night."
"So how," asked the young woman, "Did the Moon know their love would last?" And the young man rolls over, and kisses her. He says softly, looking in her eyes, "Because the Moon sent her there so the poor man could finally find his true love."
"This story," he says, "Relates to us in so many ways. Except our ending is much more tragic." And the woman smiles sadly, a look of conflicting emotions. "You are the angel, and I am the man."
"If our ending was much more tragic," says the woman, her hair falling down to her hips, "Then who are you talking to?" And then man sits up, looking up at the dancing stars. The air feel vacant, out here alone. He thumbs with the whole the blanket.
"I am talking to your ghost."