One day you told me,

that I was the moon and you were the tide.

That I pulled you to me. That you needed me. 

That together, we were something beautiful.

One day, months later, you told me,

That the ocean is dirty. That the moon is dry.

That you no longer wanted a tattoo of the phases of the moon on your back because it is too cliche. 

Too common. 

I told you that was not true.

The ocean is one of the most amazing wonders of this earth. 

That two thirds of its species have yet to be discovered. 

That it has the strength to destroy cities, but the gentleness to caress boats and return them safely home. 

That through night and day its waves repeatedly kiss the sandy beaches and that is why it is dirty. 

And as for the moon, I told you that yes, perhaps the moon is dry, perhaps it is all too common. 

But then I asked you if you really thought that.

 That the moon is one of its kind.

 It is synced with the earth and synced with the tides. 

That it has the power to completely cover the sun, and make total darkness.

 Or, the power to show its self fully and light the path of many. 

I told you that the ocean needs the moon in order to keep moving in life. 

That the moon needs the ocean, because unlike the moon, the ocean is very much alive. 

You told me that you understood.

That you were looking at the moon and the ocean in the wrong light. 

That I was right.

One day, years later, we went to the beach. 

We stayed passed both tides,  passed sunset,  until the moon was high above us in the sky. 

I looked at you and told you I loved you for the millionth time. 

I then waited to hear you say you loved me back, for the millionth and one time. 

You looked at me with the moon and sea reflected in your eyes,

Never have the two looked so sad and never have your eyes looked so empty. 

I heard waves crashing. 

But now I wonder if it was just my heart and the world around me. 

You told me that you didn't want to be with me anymore. And left me standing there, on the beach. 

That night I realized that I was wrong. 

The ocean is dirty, and only has the power to break.

 It seems like it kisses the beach repeatedly, but what it is doing is breaking it down. 

Each piece of sand that once was something great is now a microscopic grain. 

One in a trillion pieces. Nothing special at all. 

Just like the moon, apparently. 

The tides keep going and going even when the moon is not showing. 

The moon is very easy to forget. One day, it is there in its full beauty shining on everything. 

But a cloud gets in the way, and it is forgotten.