I remember writing about her yesterday.

I wrote about her heart– her emotional being that’s like an ocean.
Vast, deep, delicate yet powerful, mysterious yet so calming.
Now I wonder, what would it be for the people around her?
What would be the perfect categories for them ?


The Horrible Mountaineers.
These kind of people won’t even come to her beach.
Now I’m not saying that all Mountaineer are horrible.
It’s just the particular horrible Mountaineers.
And it’s because there are some theory about choosing between beaches or mountains as your vacation destination and it will say a lot about you.
These mountaineers, they hate her– they hate the ocean.
And they would blame her for their inability to swim.
They would blame her for their wickedness.
Oh they would practically blame her for whatever it is that turned wrong in their goddamn life– practically every single thing.

The Commons.
These are strangers.
Strangers, and people that barely know her.
The sole reason on why I defined the Mountaineers first before The Commons was merely because The Commons are FAR better than The Horrible Mountaineers.
At least these kind of people won’t even hurt her.
If one or any of them do, then they are arseholes.

The Sailors.
They are the people that won’t touch the water.
They chose to stay inside their boats.
These kind of people are her acquaintances, or maybe “surface” friends.
What’s so notable about these kind of people is that they don’t want to swim.
They won’t even make it deep to the Ocean.

The Snorkelers.
They are the people that dived into the ocean.
They might want to go deep,
But it’s their emotional inability that get them on the surface.
They don’t have the emotional capacity to carry the pressure and weight.
And if they make an attempt, they either drown, or are forced to go back to the surface for oxygen, they overwhelmed by her heart’s pressure.

The Deep Sea Divers.
They are the people that stay with her.
They will stay with her through storms and violent waters.
And they are not afraid to dive to the darkest parts of the ocean floor.
They stay with her, in the water, through the worst times.
They are not afraid to call her bullshit.
They are the people who are there for her no matter what happens.

And I guess, well, she understands well where are the people around her stands.
She might or might not understand, but I believe that she understand enough on how to put people around her– to categorize them– based on those categories.

Most importantly, I believe she understand very well where do I stand.


Dear Love,

Apologies about the categories.
It might or might not be true; those were just rough made-up categories.
If it’s not clear for you, I’m a Deeper Than Deep Sea Diver.
You did not read that wrong.
If there are people that do not understand on why am I on that category, let me tell you that I won’t even bother to explain to them why.
Why, Love? Why should I?

They don’t see you the way I see you.
They do NOT look into your eyes and see the world.

Why would they understand?
They can’t possibly imagine what it means to look at you, and see all their hopes and dreams come true.
I wish for once, just once, they could walk a mile in my shoes.
But they wouldn’t walk that far.
They would just take one step, and suddenly, they would take off their shoes – my shoes – off their feet and stop walking.
Because in that moment, they would’ve realized everything.

Oh they would realize that you, are my life.

And they would understand that the heart in me,
Is just the same as the heart in you.







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