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OCEAN EYES

-started 2/22/18-

-8:45pm-

Is it possible to be so suddenly in....what is described as....love?

Lost in a raging storm of regret.

We've all lost someone, I suppose.

I can't help but think....what if we did things differently?

So differently that the future would change so entirely.

Love is as powerful as ocean waves.

It truly leaves a mark, both on the outside and the inside.

I can accept the idea of my own demise, but unable to accept the feeling of loss.

Funny, isn't it?

Disbelief becomes a close companion, and anger follows in its wake

I seem at peace with the coming dawn when I will no longer have to live with the pain... the grief, and the feeling of loss.

At the blueness of skies and the warmth of summer.

We remember them.

One can only comfort themselves this way: "A man is not dead while his name is still spoken."

We are creatures. Pitiful, pathetic creatures.

Yet, we were still given memory.

So that the tides could be cold in July.

Tears as salty as the tide.

Skin as dry and rough as the rocky beach.

Thirst and hunger as unquenchable as Tantalus.

-irreplaceable-

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

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We met in a prestigious college.

Family and friends judged us.

Because we tried to earn a 'degree of fine art'

We weren't fond of wasting our precious and limited time we have here; on the land of the living, studying away on a subject we didn't even enjoy.

Time should be cherished and is finite.

Spend it sensibly, kids.

Already the summer before the fourth year of college.

I remember when he asked me back in our first year.