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i pestered him daily after that.
"when will you take me to the ocean?" i would ask.
he'd smile and say, "why do you want to go to the beach so bad?"
i shrugged. "it's just important to me."
if i were to say that to anybody that wasn't luke, i'd be laughed at.
luke never judged me. he never had a bad thing to say about me.
sometimes, i wish he would say something slightly bad. was he blind? could he see no flaws?
"if you don't mind me asking, why is it important to you?"
i thought for a moment. "well the sea reminds me of my favorite things. the color of the water, the waves, the beach house from when i was in middle school, and your eyes."
he smiled confidently. "then to the ocean i will take you."
