Prologue
If I could get a dime for every time I told myself I was idiot, I'd be a millionaire by now. Summer is supposed to be a fun time. You can go surfing or hiking or one of those other things upper middle class folks do when they don't have two jobs to balance along with uni work. Then again, how the hell would I know how the other half live - I spend my days surfing.
It's strange how the blue ocean - both calm and violent in a space of two days - could've held such different meanings for me - in just a space of two days. I picked up surfing last summer and haven't gotten any better since I started. I don't practice enough - usually just end up lying down on the board and have the sun stream on to my face as I close my eyes under the pink shades and smile into the heavens every fifteen minutes. Hail Mary, hail Allah! What a wonderful life.
It is strange because right now I stare at the very same ocean: my conflicted gaze staring at the rushing tides that melt into one another, wondering how my internal state of affairs could be ever so in contrast. It's true that passionate people have a death wish - Eros and Thanatos rush into each other like they were meant to be. They hold one another through the stream of my consciousness, which disintegrates slowly under the their warm embrace.
"I want to walk into this ocean and keep walking in" I announce to no one in particular, a whisper.
If he was present, he would have held me. He would have told me it would be okay and even if it wasn't, we always had raspberry cheesecake to fix it.
I hope it will. Be all right.
I would have started into his eyes. And everything would have felt okay. Even if it wasn't. And isn't that all that matter?
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