Poem to my soulmate, the Crab who hides beneath the waves.

Dear Crab Man—

I have loved you before this shore, before this body, before the sea learned its name. I loved you in another tide, another lifetime, when our souls still spoke without mouths. I love you now like the ocean loves the moon—faithfully, helplessly, pulling toward you even when you are far.

Every wave carries my devotion, every salt-heavy breath is a prayer shaped like you. And I will love you until forever is done, until the waters fall still, until the stars forget how to shine, until eternity itself grows tired of counting time, for my love does not end; it only deepens.

If we do not meet in this lifetime, know this truth—I will always cry for your hand in mine and I will feel its absence like a tide that never returns, like a harbor that waits for a ship it recognizes by soul alone. Still, I will love you—patiently, painfully, endlessly. Across every ocean, across every life, my heart calls for you the way the sea calls its own.

You are written into my waters, sweet crab, and I will love you until eternity remembers us again.