Sunrise Stories

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Instead of a thumping heart in your chest, there is a dear symphony of calmed quivers. Your heart is the only sound I can hear on a chilly January morning, and it's soft and slow, like a muffled dawn chorus, trilling in the background.

I put my ears against your chest, magnetised by this beautiful and heavenly sound. I am gravitated towards it as my eyes force open, whilst it’s still dark and quiet. For your heart is perhaps a sanctuary of ideals, grace and support. It is a home of peace, discipline and righteousness. It is my favourite place in the entire world, to get closer to it, to even get touched by its simplicity. I close my eyes while I listen to your steady breathing, a sign of a beautiful life embodied in you.

The colours sneak into the room and I smile. I lift my head to see your face, your peaceful features visible and true. And though in minutes we should be up and awake, I lay beside you, projecting myself into every single second in vivid presence, gratitude and love.

Let us confess that we are not real sometimes. Let us admit that our unearthly conversations are not so understood by the rest of the world, but we keep having them, every once in a while, as we see the full moon emerging confidently from the horizon. We leave home and blend in, the daylight dreams pressed like cushions near our hearts— dreams not everyone knows about. But we know them. We have memorised them. So it’s only both of us who can tell why we spend some nights sleeplessly worrying, thinking or even celebrating. We both understand too deeply and have accepted it willingly.

We are both flawed though striving for perfection. We fail in our journey towards that everyday, by being ourselves, by making mistakes, by experimenting and taking risks. We want to create this anthem to sing to, but we know that not everyone will listen. But we paint life in our own colours anyway.

You slowly wake up, and I cocoon and support myself by the adjacent wall. I whisper to you good morning, glad that I can celebrate such a dear moment with you. Perhaps the only thing that keeps us so bonded is how we can simply be ourselves together, with all our flaws, with all our mistakes. There is nothing to hide. We can both be wrong yet still so strong and beautiful.

And though sometimes I wish you believed in yourself more, to make a difference, to start an adventure, to take the risk, go ahead and make a difference in your little world— but I accept it. Sometimes I wish you would be the change you always think and dream about— but it doesn’t matter. You’re learning. It’s a process.

You also wish I believed in myself more and let go of all this doubt and fear. You wish I could give myself more rest and care but I’m also learning, dearest. You know that.

On this beautiful morning, we are ourselves. We will head out as the sun rises and manifest the visions in our head. And I just deeply know, that wherever you are, you are doing your best. This is what I know about you.

This is why I love you.

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