"Sea-Colored Memories"

The sea was always the same.
Blue, a little cool, and filled with something you can never quite put a name to - as if it held both peace and pain.

When I was twelve years old, walking barefoot on the rocks with Leo, I was sure that everything would continue just like that.

I liked him the way I thought no one could ever like anyone. I simply knew - when he was there, I was no longer afraid to look at the horizon.

Years passed. The sea remained unchanged.

Only Leo and I got lost to each other.

I used to think that time erases everything - but coming back here forced me to remember what I wanted most to forget.