He was a swimmer.
He says swimming will always be a part of his life.
And I agree.
He says he would swim across all the ocean to find me.
It took years . He took seven years exactly.
And he still didn't find me.
Some says 'might be because he was searching the wrong side of the ocean.
I almost agreed,
My thirteen year old self might have agreed. She would. I just know.
But then those seven years I have been patiently waiting, made me realize something my younger self would might never have.
The overwhelming truth i've been denying from myself for so long.
I finally felt weary of running.
I knew i had to face it someday,
And I am now.
For he has found me a long time ago.
He fulfilled his promise.
He swam right into the bottom of my heart.
Deep enough that I often thought he was lost, But everytime I see the blue of the ocean ,
It takes me back.
Always takes me back with shortness of breath.
Its endless water and vile riptides that come and go, those white froths reaching my toes, spreading warmth all the way to my vulnerable heart one minute and the next it's gone. Leaving me with longing and hope at its wake,
Remembering he is somewhere within the depths of my heart endlessly swimming beyond my reach.
And no matter how hard I try to pull him out and free myself from my misery,
It was impossible, Just like our love;Always there but never truly mine.
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PoezjaA collection of poetry and prose about love, friendship, and self discovery. x There were times where she've wished of it. Longed for its undeniable presence, curiously wondered about its eternal enigma. but now, ...
