Choice..

I wrote this a while back. I'm very private with my writing but I decided to post this up on my Myspace page... I know, trendy.

Enjoy.


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She was torn between the Sun and the Moon.

The Sun was her first love.

It provided her with blissful days, its sweetness filling her with warmth and peace.

She had fallen in love with the glory of the Sun and felt, for some time, that she could never love anything that way again.

She was wrong.

Upon the Suns setting, one night, the Moon came out to shine and for the first time in her life, because she had been blinded by her love for the Sun, she had seen the Moon.

She fell for it.

She fell faster than she had fallen for the Sun, almost instantly.

It enchanted her, made her feel new again.

She was refreshed by its glow and the coolness it brought with it.

It was like nothing she had experienced.

Slowly, as the days progressed, the young woman began to fall out of love with the Sun.

She would spend her days in the shade, fast asleep, or sometimes on edge, anticipating the coming of her beloved moon.

And come it did.

She would dance in the light of the Moon, a content smile upon her face at all times.

The Moon was hers, or at least, she wished it to be.

What confused her more than ever was that the Moon was never as constant as the Sun.

The Sun had been the same shape and size ever since she could remember.

She could always count on it being there for her, but the Moon was another thing entirely.

One night, it would be full, whereas on another night, it could hardly be seen at all save for the tiniest sliver.

As much as she loved the Moon, the fact that it kept her guessing seemed to vex her.

She would cry at times, wondering why the Moon never showed the same warmth the Sun had shown her.

She wanted the Moon to be as constant as the Sun and though she knew deep in her heart that this could never be, she still wept and hoped for it with all of her being.

After a night when the Moon had changed its form on her once again, she began to cry bitter tears.

The Sun came out, as usual, and took its place over the young womans head.

The tears that had stained her lovely cheeks had been dried in an instant as she felt the warmth of the Sun upon her fair skin.

She was at ease again because the Sun had once more given her the feeling of its steadfast peacefulness.

She spent the day basking in the heat of its rays without a thought about the Moon which had hurt her.

Once night fell, though, the Sun was gone and the Moon, full this night, took its place in the darkened sky.

It sparkled, as beautiful as ever that night, and made the young woman's skin glow and her hair glitter.

Try as she might, she could not help but feel entranced by the Moon and once again, she fell in love.

She was torn by her love for the two the next morning, as the Moon was fading and the Sun had barely peeked its head over the horizon.

She didn't know which she should love.

The Sun, constant and warm, or the Moon, ever changing and beautiful.

She wanted to love both but knew that this could never be.

She had to decide.

She wandered aimlessly across the Earth until she chanced upon something that was even more beautiful than the Sun and the Moon put together.

It was the Ocean.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the Ocean's waves roll back and forth, kissing the sand as it came and went.

She instantly longed to feel the touch of the Ocean upon her fair skin.

Desire tingled within her, leaving her breathless.

Though the Ocean was a thing of magnificent beauty to her, it was just as mysterious as the moon.

Just as unpredictable.

She knew that danger lurked underneathe the dark waters of the Ocean she longed to become apart of, and though she knew she should not risk her life in pursuit of the alluring Ocean, it called to her either way and she was helpless to it.

The Ocean...to her...was perfect.

It was also closer, and bigger, from her point of view, than the Sun and the Moon.

She was drawn to the Ocean, and soon, she found herself walking, as if in a trance, towards it.

The sand cooled the soles of her bare feet as she stared on, transfixed at the Ocean's sparkling surface.

An inkling of doubt stopped her in her pursuit of the Ocean that lured her.

She knew that she did not know how to swim and that the Ocean would only end up hurting her, possibly killing her.

Her steps faltered and she stood still for a few moments.

She was only a few feet away from the Ocean.

She did not want to risk her happiness and her life, and so she began to turn away, back towards the forest...but before she could do so, a single wave touched the back of her leg reassuringly.

That was all it took.

The young woman turned back now, towards the Ocean, and stepped into it with a smile.

Her heart leapt for joy.

She forsaw herself sharing many joyous moments with the Ocean, all doubts and fears swept aside.

And so she dove, head first into the Ocean...

and it took her in.

At first, it was warm.

It soothed her from head to foot, making her feel loved and wanted all at once.

She forgot about her dilemma with the Sun and the Moon.

She lived only for the Ocean now, and the Ocean lived for her...

or so she thought.

Had she seen more clearly, and listened to her better judgement, she would have known this to be false.

The Ocean did not live for her, as it had made her believe.

And it was not honest.

She thought she could tame it, and that the Ocean would someday love her as much as she loved it.

But she was wrong.

All at once, the Ocean tired of her.

It did not care about her beauty, or the kindness she held in her generous heart.

Neither did it care for the love she had shown it.

And so, in an instant, it tossed her back towards the Earth, ignoring her cries of sorrow and outrage.

It had drained all of her happiness and had taken advantage of her.

She felt used, and hated herself for letting herself fall so deeply in love with something she knew would never love her in return.

Though she did not dare enter the Ocean, she stayed near it, hoping it would extend it's arms towards her so that she may once again be apart of it.

But this did not happen.

The Ocean ignored her.

She wept at this.

She wept night, and day, her tears falling in endless streams.

The Sun did nothing for her, and neither did the Moon.

They were both helpless to her sorrow.

It wasn't until one night, when she had paced the sand that resided near the Ocean, that she had an epiphany.

The Ocean did not look as beautiful as it had looked to her on previous days.

It was gray now, and it's waves were choppy.

She was also well aware of the risk she had taken in loving the Ocean, and how she had been right in doubting it's love.

Slowly, but deliberately, she walked away from the Ocean.

She turned back only once, because she was only human, just to check if the Ocean still did not want her back.

It didn't.

Instead of crying, however, she held her head up high and continued on her way towards the forest where she would greet the Moon with a kiss, and where she would do the same to the Sun upon it's awakening the next morning.

She still did not know which of the two she should love, but her head seemed a lot clearer now, which was enough to satisfy her.