Spring Tides
He is the epitome of ocean; peaceful and deep, calm yet powerful. Just like how the ocean’s tides desperately trying to reach the moon, he is earnestly yearning for her gentle touch.
She is a full-moon once in a while; perfect round, bright and mesmerizing. Her sky was often cloudy without much light in sight, thought. Until she, too, is aching for the ocean. Shining bright, she has determined not to just pass him by; for once and all, she is ready to hug him tight.
Spring Tides
Falling in love, for both of them, is something happened in such an ordinary manner, probably almost without a sound but definitely not so suddenly. Love at the first sight had never been an option. It was, frankly speaking, just impossible.
Or so they thought.
He is the epitome of ocean and she is the full moon for his tides. She, as the moon, has gravity of her own, it pulls him closer and causing tidal force of the ocean. They desperately reach out for each other; as powerful as she could, in all earnestness as he would. Sometimes their skin would gently touch, but their souls are definitely bonded. Never once they thought they would be attracted to each other. While they have their own world; which unnecessarily the same one, they just found their way to be together somehow.
People said we are attracted to the opposites, he agrees, sort of. They are so different and they need each other to stay sane; they are similar in that term. And that is nice.
He doesn’t remember how or when the ‘I’m done with my work now I’ll get something on my way to your place’ culture started. Was it because there was where they first met?
He is not sure, but it feels just right for two of them; mostly for him, though. He likes her company, he likes that he has somewhere to go after his tiring dull days, and he likes the way she sometimes called her place as his; she said she’d send him the rent bill every month. He likes all the things between them is born in the most natural, familiar way.
“Should we get dessert?” she looks up after glued her eyes at phone screen.
“Sure. Cheesecake?” he is so ready to take his coat when he feels a pull on his right arm. “What?”
“It didn’t go well, did it? Your proposal?”
He sighs. She found out, of course she would. She always has her way. He is not really a dessert person, she is. He eats sweets when she does, and that often after a small debate why the dessert can’t be just fruits, or water in his argument. He always lost; with dignity. There is no way he would eagerly suggest dessert after their dinner, let alone a cheesecake.
She stares right at him with her bright round eyes. “I have two ears. All reserved.”
A small smile escapes from his lips. “Why are you so cruel?”
She blinks once and smiles widely. “Learnt from the expert.”
Countless nights before, they had this conversation. Roles reversed. She just had a long miserable day, and barely dragged her legs to her way home when she found him at her door. She caught a glimpse of the paper bags he held; it had their favourite Chinese restaurant logo. She stared at him for a long time, with the urge to throw herself in his arms. She had failed, though, when they entered her place and the door was closed behind them. But it was him who wrapped her tiny figure in a warm hug first. She hated having to break in his sight but she’d hate it more not to have him by her side.
It was unfair, she once said, the way he makes her feel dependent by his presence. It was too cruel.
Later that day she knew, that it was more for himself; the hug. And it felt less unfair since.
One night was for her, another for him, and sometimes it just would be for them equally. Even when their days are the ordinary, boring one; even when they have no reason to use each other company, he will be standing at her door and she will greet him the same.
“Can I move in?” he asks nonchalantly.
No, should be her answer. Or, why would you, is better.
“Can we have the cheesecake now?” is what she said.
