Beneath the Surface.

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Dearest love,

The ocean isn't anything but a void for me.

I used to sit at the bottom of the pool in my backyard, I would see how long I could hold my breath.

I'd stay down there until I felt as though I had no choice but to inhale the water, but I always came back to the surface.

While I sat at the bottom of that pool, I thought about the bottom of the ocean.

I thought about how most of it hadn't been quite yet discovered.

I decided to go to the beach today.

I remember feeling the warm sand between my toes as I treaded towards the water.

I remember how relieving the cool water felt.

I kept walking and walking, and the further I walked the closer I thought I was getting towards the sunset.

Once I realized that I'd never reach the sun, I let my body sink to the bottom of the ocean.

I waited at the bottom to see how long I could hold my breath, but I couldn't make it to the surface.

I had to inhale the saltwater, it burned at first, but I got used to the burning.

I never knew how dark the bottom of the ocean is, it's just a deep dark void.

I open my eyes, but I can't see a thing. So I just swim around blindly.

I think about the sun, and how wish I could've made it to the sunset.

I'd swim back up, but it seems as though this darkness is endless and I can't reach the surface.

Your's truly,

Her

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