Solis and Luna

Hey babe,

If I were to describe us, I would call us an electromagnetic wave. Why? Well, it’s the only type of wave that does not require a medium. It travels independently in spacetime. And just like our flow of love, it is independent. Of course we need reassurance that we constantly give to one another that keeps the light shining; but no matter the brightness, it just keeps on going.

Although I couldn’t tell a time where I could say that our lights have been dim, I heard that it is inevitable in any relationships. As I see our light keep getting brighter, there is still a lot of time ahead of us. Whether our light dims or shines even brighter, that is uncertain. But what I am certain is that our wave will keep on going.

Or, maybe, we are not an EM wave. Maybe we’re a star. We are a source of light, and our light waves are our actions. Our actions need no medium — we just love. Stars don’t get dimmer, they get brighter. I also heard that it is also inevitable for the light to keep getting brighter in any relationships. Whether the former or the latter is true, we may know soon enough. Anyways, stars don’t get brighter — they just change colors. And one day, we’ll be a blue star — like quite literally: we may soon be having ’blue balls’ when we’re 80, unable to shine the erotic light under the horizon’s sheets. Then, we’ll go out like a supernova: consuming everything in our path — reaching romance’s nirvana.

Whether we’re a star or the EM wave it emits, it is without a doubt a powerful force in the natural science. Yes, I know, too nerdy; but I am a huge nerd of our love. I don’t know if it is my poetic wits or my geeky metaphors that get you the butterflies, but I do know that it’s the bond we share. I don’t write letters because it’s been engraved in my identity that I have a shitty penmanship, therefore I give you something that I am not shitty at. I’ve been planning this since summer, but it was inevitably delayed because of boring school (eye-roll emoji), you know how it goes.

All I can say is thank you for being the magnetic field to my electromagnetic field. Combine them together and we have the electromagnetic field, the strongest force in nature. Or, thank you for being the helium to my hydrogen. Combine them, then we have the hottest elements in the universe, now comprising a star.

But, really, we really are the sun and the moon. The two descriptions I aforementioned are really good metaphors, but the Sun and Moon are cooler and more artistic. I’m the sun, you’re the moon. I represent strength and firmness; you are the embodiment of calmness, beauty, and nurture.

Everyday you revolve around Earth, I get jealous: “Why can’t I be the one she revolves around?” Then I remember that I too have a role to take part in caring for the Earth, for it represents our love. Let’s pretend that global warming doesn’t exist, and the humans are really good at taking care of it.

Thus, therefore I say I love you. Thank you for everything that you have made me feel over these past 3 years. You made me a stronger man: an impenetrable force now vulnerable to the magic touch of your heavenly nurture. A single glimpse in your eyes transcends into an eternal stare into the unexplainable euphoria I call the abyss. I will never get tired of you. But I will get tired of you asking me if I will get tired of you though, because I might run out of words to express my reassurance — and you’ll call me cliché. Thus, I’ll have to save my phenomenology for next year.

I hope you loved my gift.

With love,
Bub

P.S. You’re hot as fuck.

xxx 和 xxx