I'm not sure I like the sound of ocean waves. I've never loved the beach, sand is uncomfortable and the heat is asphyxiating. I only come because that is what people do when they go on vacation.
We both care about that, about what people do. I care because I don't want to stand out. I don't know why you care. Maybe it's because you like following the crowd; because it is easier to go along than to lead, like the ocean waves that crash one after the other in a never ending loop. I never thought of you as a wave, I always thought you'd be a lighthouse.
I hope your light is leading someone home.
YOU ARE READING
Reminds Me of You
Short StoryThere are so many things she wants to tell him. But she can't, so she writes them instead.
