I want to take her to a peculiar beach in the middle of the twilight hours. Just to witness her running through the waves, with her eyes on mine, smiling that smile that I can't go without. That right there, would be just one perfect memory with her.
I suppose you could tell me I'm too "emotionally invested" in her but, in the moment I couldn't have a care in the world even if I tried. She brings out the brightest parts in me.
She motions for me to join her good time with that single smile that's somehow brighter than the billions of stars overhead. I can see the salt water in her hair, the way her toes dig into the sand, and how while the tides are pulling in as I pull her somehow closer to my chest.
The moon is full and it is shining over the coastline, onto her, and me, and us. She's never looked so beautiful. Bare faced and completely vulnerable to me; I can't picture myself wanting anyone else. She turns to face the Pacific with all of her so called rage. She's screaming her lungs out, and although I'm unsure why she is, I consider accompanying her in this scream to the sea.
- for the girl whom I loved but was never mine
YOU ARE READING
for phoebe
Non-FictionI wrote this so friend could see what my life is really like. Not everyone is how they appear.
