It was a sunny Saturday morning. The birds were chirping, echoing off the white sand, and red boats in the ocean in front of me. The wood on the board walk had sand blissfully blowing off of its surface. I dug my toes under the warm sand and let in envelop my chilled skin.
This is where I'm meant to be. At least I hoped. I had my mind set on this place since high school graduation, so the second I graduated college, I moved here.
Bright. Sunny. A place I could truly be happy.
Every morning I was met with birds, and bees, and flowers.
I would make a nice cup of coffee and then go bike riding down the city's shallow streets. I'd follow the stone roads to a quite library, and read a book, write notes down in it, and ride back home.
Then I would sit in my hammock and just look out at the sky until the sun made the ocean it's grave, and bright white stars would appear.
It was all so amazing.
But so incredibly lonely.
Though I tried to push those thoughts away, I tried to say that I just missed my mom, and that I wasn't really lonely.
But I am
I definitely know that
I know it from the un folded two- week old pile of laundry sitting in the corner of my room
I know it from the pile of unopened mail stacking in my mail box, threatening to spill out at any slight summer breeze.
I know it because I'm alone
And I want someone to share all of the bright sunny mornings with
And if I'm going to meet someone
I just wish it could be soon
Please
