#kunyari

You’re the ocean, my ocean. So vast, so deep, so powerful that your waves came crashing down on me. I wanted to be the sun - your sun. I wanted to shine for you, to bring that sparkle in you but I guess I wasn’t bright enough for  you. I was this dull and boring girl so I became the moon - your moon. But I wasn’t a typical one, I’m not mysterious, I’m not unpredictable, and just like what they say, I’m an open book.

There’s always a connection - a binding force of some kind - between the ocean and the moon; between me and you - between us. Remember how your science teacher taught you about how “the gravitational attraction of the moon that causes the oceans to bulge out in the direction of the moon”. But simply to say the moon has this effect on the ocean to cause tides, and for a time, I believe I did have this effect on you too, my ocean. We simply have this connection - how we can talk about anything and everything under the sun or rather under the skies, how we simply just clicked every time we’re together, how I feel that chemistry. We never cared about the numbers, the miles that’s between us. You made me believe that even though we exist in two different worlds, we can make it, that we will be victorious and we will prove them all wrong. You made me believe that  taking risks and chances are all that it takes to cross that border so that we can be together.

But I guess the odds aren’t in our favor and the sad part of it all is that we chose to accept it, accept defeat when we should have fought for it. I so long for you, my ocean, to fight for me, to make me feel like I’m worth fighting for, to assure me that you will hold my hand as we cross that border together. I waited for you - for you to make a move, to initiate the first move. But we were both scared - cowards even - to leave the vicinity of our comfort. You were so preoccupied waiting upon the sun and I was so busy looking at the stars that the time we used to spend on each other grew less and less each passing night. Yes, I admit, I did envy the sun. How you spoke well of her, how you compared the two of us, and how you secretly wanted the moon to shine like the sun. My ocean, forgive me for I cannot be like the sun, I cannot shine bright for you, all I can do is be your guide, your light, your comfort in this dark and lonely world for I am the moon, your moon. Always.

But my dear ocean, one thing I’ve learned is this: we cannot play gods and do the things we like. We cannot cross that border for we are living in two separate worlds. And for now, we’ll accept that in this lifetime or any other lifetime, the moon doesn’t have the power to pull the ocean back to her. But take heart, we will let God, the Almighty One, higher than anyone pull His tricks on us and by then maybe, just maybe we can finally co-exist together. For nothing is impossible to him who believes. ;)

My ocean, I will not close the book; we will simply turn the page. But before that I just want to say thank you and sorry for the broken heart. In His perfect time, you too will feel better and you too will be happy even without me. Until then.... 

My Ocean,

if there’s one thing i can promise, it will be this: i’ll meet you where the sun sets and forever begins. (-madalyn beck)