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Love on the rocks
And we sat there just above the breakaway, the waves crashing beneath our feet and the gentle sea breeze blowing against our skin, tearing our defenses, ripping it to shreds and pieces. But yours was stronger than mine and it was only a matter of time for me to realize that I have fallen. I found myself staring, slowly tracing your silhouette, memorizing every curve and angle of your face. How loud is silence when I sit beside you? It felt like I’ve known you for an eternity. I will be your aide, ally and accomplice on our adventures towards the place where our dreams reside. But the serenading twilight slowly unraveled itself before us, the birds chirping, and there’s people passing by. You jumped and I quickly reached out, you smiled at me but you never took my hand and before I knew it, you were swallowed by the vast ocean. You’ve cast your spell on me, I got scared of the idea that we’d end like this, so I jumped too. Without knowledge or a way of knowing how this would go, I took a deep breath as if all the air in the world is pumped inside my lungs, I just hope it would be enough for the both of us. The ocean was dark and I can hardly see a thing but its fine because I know you are with me and everything else does not matter. Wave after wave crashed upon us and I can sense that this won’t end and yet we pushed through, overcoming every rise and downfall of the tides. You were brave and I was scared, I was scared of the fact that our current endeavor does nothing to make you tremble, you were unfazed by the perils of our fateful sojourn as if you led me here for a purpose. Now I’m beginning to doubt my heart and I can’t help but let my mind take over, I guess self-preservation is tantamount to everything or am I just overthinking that you were up to something. Have you been here before, how many times have you jumped into this madness? How I wish I had the power of foresight to see through, but what would be its use when I’ve already known the end of our story, how can I walk the same road, swim the same river, or cross the same ocean with you if I’ve known what you were up to? Suddenly we we’re strangers again, as if the world has shifted its course, everything that we’ve had was lost and all that we might have had could all be just a dream. It’s fascinating how everything we love can be forgotten in an instant, as if it was never there at all. We have this tendency to overcompensate from the lack of reciprocation that we end up feeling exhausted and used. We end up blaming the other, the funny thing is we are the ones who assumed that our actions were reciprocated.
Published 13th Apr 2016
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