On the Fields

He was always there, beside her. He was a wave, and she was a wind. But he was a wave of the sea, and she was a wind above the river. That was how it was always meant to be.

The Wave Of The Sea and The Wind Above The River grew together. They were best friends. They laughed together, made mistakes together, learned together. They lived together on the fields of careless life. Sooner or later, it had to come to an end. No one could have stopped it.

The Wind woke up sooner. She had to leave to be with her river. The Wave didn’t understand why she had to go.

– You love me, said the Wave, so that every tree and every flower on the fields would hear him. So that there would be a chorus behind him to tell her she couldn’t leave.

– You want to be with me, he told her, and everyone else, without even thinking how she would feel. And everyone believed him.

– I’ve never said anything like that, she replied. In the end, that’s all it took for everyone to believe her instead.

So she left. Because she had to.

While she moved above the river she thought to herself:

– Of course I love you. Always have, always will. If you had said you loved me, I would have waited. I wouldn’t have left yet, just eventually. But all you ever said was how I loved you.

If she ever had a chance to go back to the fields again, she thought she’d tell him those things.

She was too late. The Wind Above The River saw The Wave Of The Sea with The Wind Of The Sea, and smiled for their happiness.