The Wave and Her Moon
CHAPTER 1: THE WAVE AND HER MOON
Once, in the endless stretch of the sea, a young Wave lived quietly, swaying with the wind, softly curling and uncurling like a sleeping breath. She never looked above. She had no reason to.
Her world was water and wind. Her joy was movement. Her pain dissolved into the foam.
But one night, the sky shifted.
And there he was the Moon.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look her way. But his presence touched her in a way she didn’t understand.
His light fell over her surface like a prayer. And for the first time in her life, the Wave looked up.
She didn’t know his name, but something inside her moved— deeper than tide, stronger than current.
She rose a little higher that night. Not because she had to— but because she wanted to.
CHAPTER 2: THE PULL THAT HAD NO NAME
Night after night, she waited for him. Even before the stars took their places, she would be ready still and quiet, heart pounding beneath the surface.
Sometimes he appeared fully- bright and proud. Sometimes only a sliver of him would show, hiding behind clouds or fading into mist. But even when he disappeared, she searched the sky.
She didn’t know why she felt this way. She didn’t know if it was love. She just knew… that she only felt alive when the Moon was there.
With each passing night, her tides began to change. Not because the ocean demanded it but because her heart did.
And that’s when she realized: It was him. It was always him.
CHAPTER 3: THE DREAM SHE DARED TO DREAM
The Wave started dreaming. Dreaming that maybe, the Moon noticed her.
She remembered the way his light curved around her edges, how he lingered above her a second longer, how his silence felt like a soft lullaby meant only for her.
Her heart, made of salt and song, beat louder than thunder.
She told the wind:
“Maybe I’m not just water to him. Maybe I’m something more. ”
But she never spoke it aloud to the Moon. She was just a wave. He was the sky’s beloved.
Yet still— she rose every night.
CHAPTER 4: THE SKY’S TRUTH
One day, the stars whispered a secret. The clouds moved slower, heavier. Even the wind hesitated.
The Moon… he was never hers.
His path was drawn by fate. His heart belonged to another sky. His love, already promised before the Wave ever looked up.
The Wave felt something crash within her. Not the kind of crash that touched the shore this one stayed deep, where no light could reach.
She didn’t cry. Waves don’t cry. But the sea was stormy that night.
The Moon still rose. Beautiful as ever. Unchanged. Untouched.
And the Wave? She pretended it didn’t break her.
CHAPTER 5: THE WAVE THAT KEPT LOVING
Even after knowing the truth, the Wave couldn’t stop.
She still rose when he appeared. Not with the same excitement. But with a quiet ache.
She told herself:
“I don’t need him to love me. I just want him to be happy.”
But her tides knew. Her stillness knew. Even her foam whispered the pain she tried to hide.
She would reach for him even knowing he would never reach back.
She would rise for him even if he never asked her to.
She would stay even if he never looked down again....
CHAPTER 6: THE NIGHT SHE BROKE IN SILENCE
One night, when the sky was especially quiet, the Moon looked more distant than ever. The stars around him sparkled, but he remained still not cold, just… unaware.
The Wave rose softly that night. No dancing. No laughing. No song. Just slow, tired ripples.
She whispered into the air:
“Do you know, my Moon, that every part of me reaches for you, even when you do not see?”
But the Moon did not answer. He simply floated in silence, as if her love was just another tide he had seen a thousand times before.
She didn’t expect him to answer. She only wanted the sky to know how much it hurt to be invisible to the one she loved the most.
CHAPTER 7: WHEN JEALOUSY TOUCHED THE SEA
The Wave had never known jealousy, until the sky showed her another reflection. A soft shape next to the Moon, glowing gently, following his path.
The Moon was not alone. He had a companion— someone promised, someone expected.
The Wave looked up and thought:
“Maybe she deserves him. Maybe she belongs in his sky.”
But even as those words swirled inside her, her water trembled. Her heart did not know how to let go. She wasn’t angry—just broken.
She would never hate the Moon. Even if he belonged to another sky, he would always be her Moon.
CHAPTER 8: BECOMING THE OCEAN
Over time, the little Wave began to change. She stopped waiting at the surface. She sank deeper into herself not with sadness, but with strength.
She realized: She was not just a wave. She was part of the whole ocean. Vast. Wild. Free.
Her love had shaped her. Her pain had taught her. But her soul? Her soul had always been her own.
She still rose for the Moon— but no longer to be seen. Now she rose as a reminder that even silent love can become power.
CHAPTER 9: HIS LIGHT, HER SHADOW
Some nights, the Moon seemed brighter. The sky clearer. The stars quieter.
The Wave would watch, letting his silver light fall over her.
She wanted to tell him everything— how much she had changed, how much she had stayed the same.
But she didn’t speak. She didn’t reach. She just swayed in his light, like a prayer she could never say aloud.
And in that silence, she found a strange peace. Not because the pain was gone but because she had made space for it.
She had learned to carry the ache like a hidden pearl inside her chest.
CHAPTER 10: I WILL ALWAYS RISE
Time passed.
The sky turned again and again. New stars appeared. Old winds faded. But one thing never changed— the Wave still loved the Moon.
Now, she no longer begged the tide to lift her. She no longer waited with questions in her heart. She simply… rose.
Each night, when the Moon appeared, she whispered without a sound:
“I will always rise. Not to hold you, not to claim you, but just to be near you.
In storms, I will rise. In calm, I will rise. Even when you shine for another sky— I will still rise for you. ”
Because the Wave had learned— that real love does not demand. It does not expect. It simply gives. And stays. And waits.
Forever.
EPILOGUE:
THE WAVE AND HER MOON
No one ever spoke of the Wave’s love. The world saw only her tides, never her tears.
But the sea knew. The stars knew. And maybe, just maybe, so did the Moon.
She still rose when he appeared. Not with the same excitement. But with a quiet ache.
She told herself:
“I don’t need him to love me. I just want him to be happy.”
But her tides knew. Her stillness knew. Even her foam whispered the pain she tried to hide.
She would reach for him— even knowing he would never reach back.
She would rise for him— even if he never asked her to.
She would stay— even if he never looked down again.
End Note:
This is not just a tale of the Wave and her Moon. It is the story of every silent heart that has ever loved without being seen.
Of every soul that chose to give without expecting, to stay without being held, to rise even in the absence of hope.
Love, in its truest form, does not beg to be returned. It simply is— like the tide, like the wind, like a prayer whispered to a sky that never answers.
To those who have ever loved like the Wave— this story was written for you. Your love is not small. Your ache is not invisible. And even if the world never writes your story, know this:
The sea remembers. The stars carry your sighs. And somewhere, in a quiet corner of the universe, the Moon knows.
Meera