#15 we're like the Sun and the Moon

I think we're like the Sun and the Moon. 


The Sun never understood why the Moon preferred the night and the Moon never got why the Sun could burn so bright. They are different, in all humanely possible ways. But yet so similar: they silently appreciate.

We are so different i don't even know where to begin.
I love to walk in the rain. You are allergic to rain.
I love to die in the world of books. You never lasted more than 3 minutes on a book.
I love music to all extents. You tolerate music as much as you can. 
I love the classical genre. You go for whatever fits the party mood. 
I love watching television. You love sleeping through your attempt to finish a show.
I love alone-time. You prefer spending time with others even if it was doing nothing.
I value words. You value action.
I prefer reflection.You prefer going forward. 
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You love basketball. I love just watching you shine on the court.
You love table tennis. I play it worse than a 3 year old kid.
You love going to the gym. I prefer potato-couching with my TV.
You laugh at the silliest videos online. I laugh at your laugh over the silliest videos online.
You love adding seasoning to your food. I prefer plain over anything.
You can stand untidiness. I insist on orderly and tidy. 
You 'kill' whatever is in your way. I avoid them with all my life.
You anticipate. I plan.
You do. I think. 
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And the list of differences is endless. I ponder a lot on what actually pulls us together, and came up with the conclusion of 'no conclusion'. With all the differences filling the gap between us, are we not going to fall apart? 
We can always talk about how green the grass is, or how blue the skies are. 
But what happens when we cover all the grass available on earth and all parts of the sky even above the horizon? What is there left to talk about?
Or is it precisely 'no conclusion' that relieves us of the burden of having to battle over who is right? I've got no clue. 
But i am extremely wonderstruck by the way you look at my differences. Like they were candies to a 2 year old. 
And how long more are your differences going to intrigue me?
I've got no clue. Which is what scares me. 




The Sun and the Moon are not perfect for each other. But the Moon is not afraid of the heat from the Sun. And the Sun accepts the Moon's quiet nature. 

We knew it was not going to be easy. We knew from the start and we will know to the end. 
We fell, time and over. 
We are bruised, were and are. 
But we keep going, and i don't know where we're going. With you, it's like sailing on a pirate ship through a fog. 
I probably know it's dangerous, but i probably know it's better like that. 
I probably want to stay, or i probably hope you told me you need me to stay.
My mind says it's better out there. But my heart whispers this is where i belong.
And i catch myself in this constant struggle on whether or not to take your outreached hand and guard it with all my life. 
Am i worth that hand? Will that hand let go?
I get lost all the time. But your eyes catch me and speak words like "It's all okay" and "Just stay". I hate those eyes. They mess up whatever thoughts i had at the back of my head. And for a moment, just that moment, it really doesn't matter anymore.
Because you are here. And I am here. And we lie that everything is perfect.
But that lie is so beautiful.



The thing about the Sun and the Moon is, i think they love each other so much. So irrevocably, so stupidly. So much so they sacrifice themselves everyday for the other to have its momentary spotlight in the sky. And how much does it take for you to be willing to die everyday for someone else?

I think we'll never know. And we'll never know how this will end. We'll never know how the tides go, so we'll never know how smooth the journey will be. 

But the Sun and the Moon need each other
And the Sun and the Moon love each other

So let's pretend that that's all that matters.