7:29: The Melancholic Dance of the Sea and Moon: A Tale of Unrequited Love

Quantum entanglement occurs when two particles become linked in such a way that, regardless of the distance between them, their states remain interconnected. Despite their vast separation, a change in one will instantaneously affect the other.

"In the serene embrace of the night, the moon gazes longingly at the sea, its love forever out of reach, as waves whisper tales of unrequited passion under a canopy of stars."

An Endless Wait

Sitting at the shore, watching the waves endlessly come and go, one feels a desperate yearning, as if the waves are waiting for someone they have never met and will never meet. They seem so empty, so melancholic, echoing the state of our hearts.

The waves become our reflection, restless and impatient, waiting for something that does not exist.

We constantly check our phones for a notification that never arrives.

The waves crash against the shore with all their might, as if punishing the shore for someone else's absence, begging to be set free.

They feel at sea in the sea. They are not home in their own home.

The Vacuum of the Sea

There is a vacuum at the heart of the sea that relentlessly pulls the waves back to a place they do not belong, no matter how they try to escape. They are helpless, throwing themselves at the shore in anger, blaming it for their emptiness. The waves try to unburden themselves, but the heaviness never comes from outside but from within, the weight of attachment and the wound of separation. It will not feel light even after casting out everything that stays inside.

This heaviness is born of their attachment to the moon. She desperately waits for the full moon, when she can see him in all his glory, feeling as if he shines just for her. It feels like this time he is going to stay. She shines bright in his light, her water glittering as if she is laughing from her soul. She never seems so beautiful. Gumusservi takes away all the darkness of her life.

Full Moon Nights: The Sea's Moment of Hope

On full moon nights, she is going to meet him, touch him, and tell him how much she has suffered in his absence.

All the salty water she holds inside is her tears. 

During the waxing days, the sea waits in hope; during the waning days, she weeps, and on no moon day, she dies a little.

The moon, bound by cosmic duties, plays a game of hide and seek with the sea, promising eternity but never able to stay. Both yearn to touch, to share in the beauty of black and silver, yet remain forever apart

The moon, aware of the sea's suffering, continues to play hide and seek, promising eternity but unable to stay for long. Perhaps it is not the moon's fault; he is bound by cosmic duties, yet he too yearns to touch the tresses of the waves and share his black and silver.

Eternal Dilemma: Bound by Duty, Yearning for Love

The moon knows others may admire his beauty but criticize his dark circles and dependency on the sun. They praise his silver but despise his black. But the sea loves all its colours. She sees him on no moon day. Only the sea loves him despite his flaws, following him everywhere. His gravity enchants her. She makes him even more beautiful and powerful, as if he has more gravity than Earth as if he shines brighter than the sun.

 In return, he gave her hope. Hope is a cancer she contracted while waiting for him. Hope is the most dangerous thing when it is false and comes at the wrong time and the wrong place.

She hopes to touch his skin, wear his silvers, and fade with him. But this hope leads to a lifelong yearning. The moon leaves, only to return and renew these feelings, trapping the sea in a cycle of longing. It instils the feeling of fernweh in her heart for the rest of her life. She never gets an answer to his absquatulate. She sways in their dalliance.

Waves increase their intensity and are in a state of euneirophrenia. She became nyctophilic this time when he left.  He is her querencia and abditory. 

The Heartbreak of Unrequited Love: A Never-ending Cycle

In one such moment of hope, the sea looks at the sky at 7:29 pm, waiting to see his silver. He appears, sharing a brief time of intimacy, only to leave again at 7:29 am.

"In the quiet moments when the moon and sea gaze upon each other, they find a bittersweet love, knowing they can never meet yet forever cherish their eternal bond."

This time of transition, of uncertainty, heightens the sea's Sehnsucht. The moon, unable to hide his love, opens his arms to the sea, wanting to merge with her waters. As if he wants to hug her and merge himself into her water for the rest of his time.

He knows no one else wants him so badly. His craters are full of salty water, yet he cannot cry. When he comprehends that he is incapable of giving her what she deserves, he tries to escape. He wants to hide himself in his darkness.  The sea waves follow him, trying to reach him, turning beastly in their desperation. As if she will crush anything that will come in between.

The moon, feeling guilty, asks the sea not to follow. Yet again promises her that he will not abandon her and asks her to wait for the next full moon. He knows how to control her wildness.  Despite his reasons, the sea vows to follow him, for their love is enduring. She knows he will return, again and again. She returns, wounding the shore, knowing she must wait for him.

"The sea sees the moon, and even in its absence, she knows it is there. In this knowing, she finds a whole life, filled with silent understanding and unwavering connection."

Till that time, the moon controls her intensity from a distance. 

Sea sees the moon, and if she does not see the moon, she knows it is there. And there is a whole life in knowing that the moon is there.

Do not follow me, my love, for I am a shadow,

Dependent on the sun for the light I borrow…
How can I give you warmth and shelter,

When I, too, am a tenant, a mere helter-skelter?

Do not worry, my love, for I am not afraid of the night,

Your absence has made me a creature of the dark, a solitary knight.

There is warmth in my love, enough to keep us from the creeping cold,

But it is a fragile warmth, one that grows weary and old

Do not follow me, my love, for I am bound to the sky,

While you are tethered to the earth, our fates are written awry.

How can we meet, separated by light years and fate's cruel jest?

Do not worry, my love, for you are of the heavens, though not among the blessed.

And I belong to the earth, yet I am not there,

I will evaporate and meet you in thin air.

Do not follow me, my love, for I am a wanderer, never still,

Cursed to wax and wane, against my will.

How can I take you with me, when I am fleeting, a transient dream?

Do not worry, my love, for I, too, rise and sink in life's turbulent stream.

I will sink with your wane rise with your wax anew,

We are bound in this dance, a bond we cannot undo.

For all your endless reasons not to stay,

I will follow you, my love, come what may.

You may leave now, but you will return, again and again,

For you, my love, my love is your grain….

The Lethal Nature of Attachment

If this love song impregnates you with the feeling of clandestine, you have been trapped in the feeling of La douleur exquise for life. You are in the Qo phase and will remain there for the rest of your life. You are sea and are in love with the unattainable moon.

Attachment is lethal, especially in unrequited love. Separation is not possible when the sea falls in love with her moon. The sea and the moon are bound by their daily encounters, prisoners of a love that never finds freedom.

No matter how many people you meet or how far you go, you yearn for that one person you cannot have. That void remains a black hole inside the soul, consuming you until the end. Even after achieving everything, you feel empty.

"Scaling the heights alone, he carries the unfulfilled dreams of his lost lover within him, a journey of unrequited love that finds its solace in every step towards the peak."

Once in a lifetime, you meet your soulmate and feel an unexplainable connection, spending an entire day talking about absolutely nothing, yet everything feels incomplete without sharing it with them. Everything is happening around you just so that you can tell everything to that person

The vacuum they create when they leave never fills and it turns into the black hole inside the soul that consumes you till you die.

That heaviness never goes. That seat remains empty till the end. This is not fit for all kinds of space, this space is Cinderella’s glass shoe, and it is customized for that one person. Once in a lifetime we meet someone and feel connected as we have known that person for a very long time.

Time heals everything is a ghost story, you may believe it to console your heart for seconds. But night remembers everything; the moment you lay on your bed, every memory comes back as a boomerang.

The voice that still controls the wildest cyclone in your head, the fragrance that can blossom every cell of your body, the touch that can generate enough power to give electricity to run your body. 

In a world where hearts ache and souls yearn, two lovers find themselves bound in a sorrowful dance, much like the sea and the moon. They are forever linked by an invisible thread, a quantum entanglement of emotions that spans the vast chasm between them. Each night, they lie awake, feeling the pull of each other's presence, knowing that no matter how much they wish to be together, life keeps them apart.

They are like the sea, restless and relentless, reaching out in waves of emotion, only to be pulled back by the cruel tide of fate. And like the moon, they are distant, a Lighthouse of hope that is forever out of reach. Their love is a melancholic symphony, each note a reminder of what could have been, and what will never be.

In their hearts, they carry the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams. They know that their love is as eternal as it is painful, a bond that cannot be broken but can never be fulfilled. They find a bittersweet solace in this unending cycle of hope and despair, knowing that their souls are forever intertwined, even as their bodies remain apart.

This is the tragic beauty of their love, a connection that defies time and space, yet leaves them aching and alone. They are entangled in a bond that is both their deepest joy and their greatest sorrow, a love story written in the stars, where the sea meets the moon, and where two hearts beat as one, forever longing, forever waiting.

On the rarest side of the moon, this can be a blessing in disguise. Now you have that person for the rest of your life and separation is not possible. They are inside you in the form of memories. No social or religious boundaries can separate two people united like this. Now, two people are living inside one body.

There is no distinct boundary where I end and you begin, for you are me, and I am you. This is the final stage of eternal love, where you do not even need that person to love that person.

"In the final stage of eternal love, there is no boundary between 'you' and 'me,' for we are one. Love transcends presence, existing within us eternally."