What if it was just you, me, and the entire ocean, the waves crashing before us. We could just sit around, splashing the cold water at each other or maybe just basking in the warmth of the vibrant, glaring sun. We could make a sandcastle, possibly making it into the construction of an architectural masterpiece or at least, attempt to. Once we finished, we could watch as the tides rolled in, washing it away, dissolving it into the ground. Its like the dreams I have of you. Regardless the amount of times we could try to rebuild that sand castle, it wouldn't ever be the same. Afterward, we could just give in and leave it be, watching our last and final attempt finally be swept away with the sea. If only my problems could erode in this sense. Wouldn't it be nice that maybe after all the fun and games, we could just relax and lie in the sand. You could go to the snack shack and grab us some yummy popsicles to satisfy our desire for something icy cold, and sweet. You could finish yours right down to the very bottom of the stick while I would just throw mine into the sand, only halfway done. I never like when I don't finish what I started. I loved the way we could leave our footprints in the sand, side by side, an imprint of our love, only to have the ocean come and swallow it up, making it disappear. But there was always something about the incoming waves lapping against the side of my body, as I lied on the edge of the ebbing tides, which would soon enough recede back into the vastness of the sea. I loved the way it dissolved my fears, leaving my mind cleansed without worries. Do you remember the one time we went to the beach, as the sun started to set, you began to grow tired, but I still wanted to stay, just a bit longer. This irritated you because you wanted to leave and had always done what I'd wanted, and I appreciated that, so we stayed a while longer. You made me feel safe, as the strong waves began to crash against the rocks. Now I'm here hugging my knees to my chest, while you have your arms wrapped tightly around me. It's cold; I sit to let the waves wash the worry from my mind and let me escape so we lie together on the shore with the icy water embracing our bodies, making them one. My clothes are getting soaked and I feel like the ocean wants to consume me, carrying me back along with the tides as they return back to the sea. If this did happen, I would probably end up drowning. Won't you come down with me?
Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you are one day further
from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.
I''m psyched to spend my whole spring break with you at the beach,once again
