The ocean on Sunday’s sunset calls with starflower waves, it sings like a peacock that

entices with its ocean hue beauty. When was the last time I’ve seen something this
beautiful?

As the sunset soothes a melody, I sat down on the sands of summer, inhaling the
Boracay air with new melodies greeting my ears, a few waves. Tradition sprung my
feet up and began walking around; the sands shapeshifting to my footprint as I take
one step after the other until I stop. The sunset greets me once more over the
horizon, a call I recognize.

I remember.

The day I my hand grasped the Scallop’s shell, a part of a whole that had been torn
apart, possibly even losing its pearl… losing myself like so when I come out from the
shell—a closet I built to protect myself from the dangers of a judgmental society;
to protect me from their stares and words.

I once asked myself what was it like to be a treasure from the deep ocean? What
could a Scallop’s pearl hold dear with its pebble-like aesthetics that merely passes
through the ocean waves?

It doesn’t steal the spotlight like others, but it’s still a pearl, and like the others, it
is as valuable that can break through the waves it encounters.

And…

Will it float back when I desire to see it again… to know who I am and meet at the
rendezvous waves that greet us? Maybe it will.

I look back at the sunset. I smile.

“Hey. There you are.”

I turn around and see the treasure from Atlantis, from the surface waves where I
would see my reflections from the mirrors that horrified me… you were there to
teach me how to love myself when I broke free from the shells that kept me from
the beauty of the oceans where they grew waves. You helped me guide myself to the
pearl I struggled to find myself in.

“I love you.” Words bathe in summer’s sunset followed a smile from the moon while
stars greet us a happy ending.
“I love you too.”