I ran into him entirely on accident one weekend in Ocean Grove.
Okay, not entirely on accident. I purposely took the weekend off to go to the beach when I saw that he had.
But the fact that we ended up on the same beach was an accident. And getting pulled out by the same riptide? That was also an accident.
I was bobbing up and down in the ocean, alone. I'd noticed a group of boys next to me, but hadn't been paying attention to them.
I didn't really notice boys that summer, since he occupied all my thoughts.
I realized I was quite far from shore and couldn't get closer, as much as I fought. And then I heard his voice. Shouting to his friends, about the riptide.
There went any chance of making it to shore. My arms turned to noodles.
We were rescued by the same lifeguard. When we got out of the water, we excitedly chatted about the coincidence of being on the same beach and decided to meet up later that night.
Love is like a riptide. It keeps pulling me out, no matter how desperately I fight to get to the safe shore of the calm heart.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomansaThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
