Water streaming down my neck
sliding down toward the exterior of my arms
cold and soothing
leaving wet trails on my skin
open my eyes remember the "shhh.." sound of the ocean
the "tla, tla" sounds of the waves hitting the rocks
the humid and hot sensation of the sun on my thighs
the rough touch of the brown sand between my feet, toes
the blinding sensation from looking straight to the sun
the "caw,caw" of the birds flying above me
all that, i remember
but i dont remember you
all i have is you on my picture frame
This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted. - C.S Lewis
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