collide

You and I. Two different people, with the fondest of memories that dust over my mind and slip between the crevasses of my brain at late hours of the night. And just like the ocean and the stars, we will never collide. You are the ocean, widely visited and always busy; pushing your tides over the sand and tossing and turning your violent waves during a storm. I am the stars, burning off hydrogen and helium creating light that isn’t appreciated and wanting to be thought of as beautiful in the night sky. We will never collide, for a force as fierce as the ocean will never compare to a sky of dimly lit stars. The stars watch from afar as the ocean crashes around and attracts everyone with its magnificence. How people seem to adore it’s beauty and confidence. And the stars have always been so shy, introverted and insecure, hanging in the night sky and disappearing from everyone’s sight during the day. And at night when the stars make their way one by one into the sky, and the ocean disappears in the blackness of night, the thought of them never meeting is unbearable. And as I lie here, all alone, with the ocean a thousand miles away from me and the stars right outside my window, I can’t do anything but miss you. And I do just that. Every fiber in my body misses you. Every bone, every organ, every ounce of my body misses you. Every beat of my broken heart calls out your name. I. Miss. You.