There's a part of me that wants to believe that the world changes when the sun finally slips out of the sky.

Maybe the brain releases some kind of chemical that makes us more aware and appreciative of the world, allowing us to fall in love with the way the stars mimic the flickering in our eyes and shine even brighter than our sun ever could.

Maybe the world falls silent because it's striving to listen to every breath that you take. It always sounded like a machine to me, almost like dark waves lapping against the battered shore. A monotone rhythm, so consistent that nobody listens after a while.

But I will always listen. You are so much like the ocean. Deep, vast, with so many unexplored crevices hiding beneath the sweet surface. Those who hear the sea everyday may not appreciate it's whispers, but I hang on to every syllable.