The moon and the stars above serve as our light as we lay in front of the peaceful sea. It’s just me and her under the beautiful full moon of November. We can hear the music from the club, even when we’re a few meters away from the resort. It has become my hobby to sneak out and stargaze with her here. This place has a big rock forming a letter C and has some coconut trees surrounding it, making it look like it’s hidden.
We used to spend our time here together. From our mini picnic dates to random talks about our future. I could still remember how she was so happy receiving the promise ring that I got her on our anniversary. Her hooded dark looks so happy, and the freckles in her cheeks and her smile from ear to ear moved me.
I love her. I adore how she handles people and become the light to the people around her. She’s always full of energy and surprises. However, she looks different today. She looks tired and unhappy.
I used to feel calm whenever I hear the sound of the waves. However, tonight, I can feel the rage that is awakening within me. The storm that is running through my veins and the thought of longing for someone struck me, like a hundred volts of lightning.
The coldness of my system has embraced the whole of me as I look at her. Waves of memories keep rushing in that I fear I cannot handle my own emotions. As I look and examine her, I am slowly filled with questions and what-ifs. She’s not even wearing the ring that I got her. How cruel.
“Is this our end?” I finally ask.
She only looks at me gently and smiled weakly. She’s hurting. And so am I.
I’ve been holding and keeping, trying, and fighting. Only for her to let go because we were drowning? I know she loves the ocean but I never knew she’ll choose to be one with it. How unfair of her to think that I would still want to live knowing that she’s gone.
“I love you. Please, let me go.” She cried.
I wake up feeling the heat from the sun. I look around only to find no clues of her. She left. I watch how the trees dance in the rhythm of the wind, how the birds fly so freely, and how one wave clash from one to another. I will let the storm pass away. Letting the waves take this heavy burden.
I will always look and yearn for her. For even if she’s now one with the ocean her memories will live within me. Like a tattoo inked in my skin and sketched in my brain. I will always remember her kindness, love, and sacrifices, enough for me to live—and for her to die.