Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Sea

I used to get really sad to think that he was tossed into the sea.
To dissolve into nothingness like he never existed.
Like all the things he did, the good things, never happened.
Thrown into the desolate waves where his biggest fear would come true.
Being alone forever.
But then I heard a song.
The lyrics brought me so much peace with the idea of him being there: "Looking up from underneath,
Fractured moonlight on the sea.
Reflections still look the same to me,
As before I went under.
And it's peaceful in the deep,
Cathedral where you cannot breathe,
No need to pray, no need to speak.
Now I am under,
Oh, and it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles down to the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.
Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,
And all this devotion was rushing over me.
And the crash is a heaven for a sinner like me,
But the arms of the ocean deliver me."
It helped to show me he was where he's always needed to be.
Somewhere peaceful where no one can bother him.
No one can spit on his grave metaphorically and actually speaking.
"And it's over, and I'm going under.
But I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in.
And the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold.
And all this devotion i never knew at all.
And the crash is a heaven for a sinner released,
And the arms of the ocean... deliver me."
The waves can wrap him up in a peace he never knew before.
The one he always wanted.