Oceans Apart

Beginning

As a child, my mother had told me, that everybody had two eyes, two arms, two legs, and yet only one heart. She had told me that we were given a single heart, so that we can find someone, to share with, and they'd have two hearts.

That's what I believed, or at least, what I wanted to believe. I never got to tell her all the things I got to do, and I never found the one she shared her heart with. But, even then, I knew, that there was someone out there, someone I too could share the feeling with.

Now, twenty years from then, I found myself studying abroad, seeing sights I've never seen before. All the sights, astonishing; and yet I found myself drawn back to the ocean. It felt so, mysterious, the waves came rushing in, and receded so calmly. I devoted so much of my time, watching the ocean, a book in my hand, and the wind gently brushing my hair.

"Alone, at last." I thought to myself.

At least, I thought I was alone, I could see her, a girl, a million thoughts raced through my head.

"Who is she?"
"What is she like?"
"Is she studying abroad?"

Of all the times, I came to watch the calming waves, and yet, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"You should stop staring." I muttered to myself, I opened up the book, smiling as I immersed myself in the story.

Stories, full of wonder and vast places, much different from our own. The time passed by, much too quickly, the sun vanished from the air, and the musk air of the night flowed about. I sat there, for hours on end, with just a book and my imagination running amok. Next thing I know, my mind went blank...

"Wake up, love" called a voice, so sweet and mellow.

"Huh?" The sun was just peaking behind the horizon, it was dawn, how long was I out here for?

The woman towered over me, I couldn't stop staring, her blue eyes, matched the ocean, she felt familiar.

"It's not nice to stare"

"Oh, I-uhh didn't intend to." Did she call me 'love' earlier?

It felt like decades passed by, I lost myself in her eyes.

"See you later..." It was an awkward exchange of looks, but I enjoyed every second of it.

"Name's Ellie, love."

"Tony," I responded, "later darling."

"Did I just call her darling?" I thought, that maybe, just maybe, I could fall for someone new.