I loved the sound, the sound of the waves crashing off the rocks after each choppy movement.
I liked coming to the beach. It reminded me of my past.
My past which I loved but fucking despised at the same time.
It was a happy time, but those times had to come to a close to open a door I would've liked left shut.
But now a new door would be opened, one I hoped would hold happiness instead of tears.
I want things to be like it used to be, but at the same time I don't. It was hard.
Maybe I could find a new happiness....
