Sometimes I wonder
If you miss me,
Like how I miss you.

If the sun says goodbye to the moon
Before it even rises, and the moon would fade away. Or if the waves
bid the shores goodbye, everytime the tide changes.

There is no assurance. You'll never know how the other feels and if it's even worth it. Is it worth all the pain and not knowing? Just like how the sun lets the moon shine at night because she knows that he can't shine without her. Can you be my sun and make me shine?