Memories of the Ocean
The ocean; he reminds me of the ocean. I’ve lost count of the nights I spend lying awake, my cheek resting on my light blue sheets, wishing that they were his cotton button-down shirt. His pale lunar skin makes me think of the moonlight and his dark eyes are like the salt water turned into black ink at night. He is calm on the surface, but beneath the cool façade is a dangerous swirling of emotions that sweep up and pull me under the surface, drowning inside of him. But I can’t think of a better way to die.
I lose myself in memories. Phantom caresses against the back of my hand make me shiver as I huddle under a threadbare quilt knitted by my Grandmother. Moths have laid their mark on it, holes allowing the cold air to hit my skin. I picture his face, strong angular features and a slightly hooked nose. I smile. He is handsome. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but his features are graced with an aristocratic elegance that is endearing for that all of his confident looks, he is just as uncertain as I.
His laugh is what I recall the best, a deep rich chuckle that begins in his chest and bursts forth like the ocean’s waves forming at their peak. He rarely laughs and is quick to take offense, but it’s the scarcity that makes the moment special. When I am able to find the right combination of words to prick his humor, I feel powerful like a god.
I love him.
He loves me.
But I want to hate him. It is impossible, but still I try. I will never despise him for leaving for I know it was not his choice to go.
As the moon filters through my window and my eyes grow heavy, I know that when sleep claims me I will dream of him. I will dream of the past and of a future lost to me, and knowing this makes me cry. My mind cries out for him as does something else inside of me. Someplace where his laughter echoes and his smiles never fade.
And my stiffly starched sheets are always soaked to the brim with salty tears that remind me of the ocean.
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Hey dude!
I had forgotten this story and I really like the endingwith your language, but it’s time to get angry! Write something from your darkest side that only your subconsciousness would think of!
Love ya!