A Summer Memory

-Part 2-

It was spring break of my senior year of college. The weather was perfect for a beach trip. My best friend Vanessa -Nessa for short- and I decided to go to a beach where her boyfriend, Luke, surfs. She practically had to drag me there, I absolutely hated third-wheeling, even if it's my best friend-well, more like a sister. Nessa and I met sophomore year of high school and became best friends ever since. Sure we had disagreements now and then, but we never had a terrible fight.

We got to the beach and I was absolutely amazed. The waters, crystal blue with a hint of green algae. The soft, white sand beneath my feet. Seeing the endless ocean before my eyes. The soothing sound as I hear the ocean waves crashing again and again. I listen to the white seagulls as they fly around the beach and water. The smell of the saltwater in the air as it flies through the breeze of the wind. I love the warm sun as though I'm wrapped up in a cozy blanket. I love visiting the beach. When I'm there, I am filled with joy and happiness, as though all my worries are gone. I always bring a sketchbook to draw in as I listen to the waves inspire me with their creativity. The beach is my happy place, it's where I love to be the most, especially now that I have Charlie.

I first saw Charlie at Luke's competition, but I was a little too busy drawing to notice anyone then. That night, I left Nessa and Luke to celebrate more on their own, not wanting to third-wheel anymore. I initially went down to the beach, but I walked on to reach a little rock clearing with a large flat rock. I was awed by the view of the ocean waves. By the time I had gotten there, it was dark. The ocean light by the moon's gaze and the sparkling stars, twinkling in the distance. As I looked up, Charlie walked behind me and asked if I liked the view. From there, we sat next to each other and got to know each other better. At some point in the night, I checked the time and it was extremely late. Charlie, being the gentleman he always is, decided to walk me to the beach house Nessa and I was staying. With a good night hug, it was a spark of a flame that never ended, no matter how much we were separated.