The wind blows at my hair as I look out the ocean. Winter is near,but I don't care. Fury courses through my veins, but as I look out at the crashing waves I begin to forget. I begin to forget the way we used to look at each other, and the way he played with my fingers. I begin to forget the sweet nothings that he whispered into my ear. As those memories wash away with the waves I also begin to forget the way he looked at her. The way he kissed her, and the guilty look on his face when he looked at me. The way he yelled and tried to run after me,but I didn't stop, couldn't stop running till I reached the crashing waves. That is because these crashing waves wash away the pain.
