A week and a half ago I returned from a 5 day trip to the Hampton’s. In freezing weather the people I went with and I took a little day-trip to the beach. Here are some thoughts I typed out into the notes app on my phone:
I am reminded Love is not near when the ocean waves begin to whisper to me as I walk silently, listening alongside.
I am envious of the sand, how it is kissed over and over by waves that can never stay but always come back; I would take a love that could never stay but always comes back.
I want to ask him how he and Teresa met.
I want him to tell me he was too scared to tell her he loved her so he never did
I want him to tell me it didn’t matter that he never uttered a word about what he felt because years later he bumped into her on a busy street and the fear he had vanished, and the timing was right.
I want him to tell me all this but I never ask.