Sunrise Stories.

It’s late into the night and you’re not at home but I’m in our little plant-laden balcony, my eyes fixated on the vast space before me; on those little glittery stars flickering in haphazard frequencies that I am very fond of— aligning with the very depth of my heart.

And it’s okay that you’re not at home. Dearest, I respect this distance. We’ve been distant for a long time and it didn’t weaken our unearthly bond. We have agreed upon the notion of us treading disparate paths, yet always bound by love. So it’s okay, my dear. You never have to be here so that we can be together. I place my hands on my heart.

I close my eyes and allow the canvas of our sky to lay still and silent in my mind. Gently, I place my head on the pillow and drift into a mystical sleep, filled with peace and quiet, breaths that leave my chest to let go fears and bring in love.

The first thing I wake up to is the sound of the blackbirds chirping against the faint peachy rays of light emerging away from the horizon. I know I wake up to this every single day but as long as I know that yesterday has nothing to do with who I am to become today, I am an infinite possibility rising in midair. I am everything and everyone in that space of endless manifestations of dreams. That thought alone makes my heart beat, and I’m ready to open my eyes to bless the day. And the second thing I wake up to are your open eyes, gently gazing at mine— my heart flutters and dances like a butterfly. Soon enough, I’m soaring.

I love you for the way you look at me. You look at me like I’m not the sun— but a star. An unknown one; inscrutable, mysterious and awfully difficult to trace. A star you look up to every single night and wonder if it’s the same. Oh dearest, you make me a star that never stays the same.

You’ve made me a star— glowing, burning, expanding and shining. You’ve made me a part of this magnificent, glorious cosmos. You made me a part of this divine space that we can never comprehend.

But dearest, do not ever forget that you’ve made that star exist in the vast infinite space of your heart. I’m a star that only lives in your soul— and so it is ethereal enough, just enough, to take me in, to spread my light, to glow fearlessly into the divine. If it weren’t for you, I’d be just me.

You are my cosmos. And I lay in there indefinitely as long as you allow me to.

And dearest, you respect this star enough to know that it might one day die and disappear. You know that one day, I won’t glow anymore and burn out from exhausting my inner power and potential. But your faith is sweet and ever so persevering, for you look at the sky just another time and find another star to call her love. And just like that, you make me survive. You claim that I am alive— and so I grow into life as a completely new being, ready to start anew, as someone I’ve never been before.

You’re a bright observer of how I evolve and it never tires you. You expand with me, give me space and freedom because you trust my intentions, because in the very end, I’m just a star.

You look at me like I’m a different person everyday. A creation that keeps evolving and thriving as the possibilities unfold. And dearest, on this one morning, as we celebrate this togetherness, you place your palms on my shoulders and gaze deeply, wondering if you could recognise the essence in me and so I look into your eyes sweetly enough so that you know it’s me. It has been me all along.

Your love is spacious enough. Your love is the creator of this realm. It is the infinite.

I smile to you and shake my head. The sunlight has reflected in your constricted pupils. In them, I see the sky colours of the universe, of every planet that I don’t go to being a star. But you hold all of this all-encompassing terrain and I lose myself all the time.

Oh dearest, God bless your love.