Sounds of driftwood crashed from below. The scars were but a memory of times before. Would they bring change? Or would they bring more. Their eyes, locked; gazing to another. I, of course, pondered this from afar. The two lovers spoke beyond my recognition. It was obvious he loved her more than her love for herself. Romance wasn’t his forte, but they made due.
A walk back from the pier, they did to meet I. “Cheerful, and graceful... in love” I thought. It was the beginning, but she knew it was also the end. My phone rang not so long after. His tears couldn’t be more present. The stress of love collapsed the knot in her mind. And it wasn’t his fault. Though he thought otherwise.
Through the pain, as he was still my friend, managed to inform
A walk back from the pier, they did to meet I. “Cheerful, and graceful... in love” I thought. It was the beginning, but she knew it was also the end. My phone rang not so long after. His tears couldn’t be more present. The stress of love collapsed the knot in her mind. And it wasn’t his fault. Though he thought otherwise.
Through the pain, as he was still my friend, managed to inform