I remember the last day that we were together.
We're walking by the bay, hand in hand, reeling in silence.
"I love you..."
I whispered, hoping that the wind will carry it into your ears.
You look at me with your beautiful, sad eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
You said, and slowly let go of my hand.
As the wind blow your hair away, my heart skipped a beat, not because of the beauty that is in front of me, but because of the way you made me feel.
The painful realization that you and I were at the end. This is where it all ends, at the end of the bay.
The way is closed and we have to go back to the path we took before, this time no hands holding, no feelings. The way I was before.
Photo not mine. Credits to the owner.
