True love. Though true, it's rare. Even more so for it to be accepted. She waited for years. Even once her beloved left over seas. Everyday, she'd visit the ocean by herself where they'd once gone together almost everyday. She'd stare far beyond the sea and wander where her love could be. One day she brought a small bottle, no taller than her pinky. On a paper as big as that found in a Chinese fortune cookie, she wrote the words that she could not speak, for they'd do her no justice. She bottled up these feelings and pushed the cork into place before rolling it into the waves.
Years later she lay in a bed embracing death. She waited still. Waited until her heart could bare it no longer and her soul departed. Not long after, her dearly beloved attended a mourn dressed in black. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she cursed herself for leaving for so long. She walked to the ocean, where her and her beloved had once gone before. As she stared beyond the sea and wandered how her love had been, a bottle washed up next to her feet. She picked up a glass bottle, no taller than her pinky. Inside was a paper the size of that in a fortune cookie. Tears on her face read the words aloud for her.
I Miss You.
