You would watch me while I surfed.
Even though you loved the feeling.
The feeling of the ocean.
You refused to go back in after that one time.
Then you would drive me home.
On your motorbike.
To a warm home.
Even if it was just my father and I.
And he welcomed you.
With open arms.
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Teen FictionThere was a connection. I had always loved the ocean. She can be cruel. She can be painful. But she will never leave. Not like you did. _________________________________________________________________________________ So hopefully this is not what y...
