When I ran at the sea I yelled with frigid satisfaction at the sensation of the salty water rushing over my legs. I kicked at the waves with a childlike spirit. My hair flying madly in the wind.
You were there with me too but I wasn't with you anymore.
I missed you sometimes and that day at the sea was one of the moments that I remembered just how much I loved that boy with the seaglass heart.
And you'll never know what I was thinking that day at the sea. You probably didn't wonder why I kept running ahead of you.
I'm just so sick of holding that piece of precious, tossed glass in my hands, knowing that I am not who you need.
