my love....the sea.

The cold ocean breeze blew hard that morning, causing a stinging pain to her unprotected face. She didn’t care. Her mind was somewhere else that day and nothing was able to penetrate through her clouded thoughts.

What was she going to do now that she was alone? It might have been easier if there had been a death, but to have someone simply walk out, just leave, with no apparent remorse was much harder for her to wrap herself around. After all this man had proclaimed his love for her and now he could simply walk away. She could not understand this.

Michael and she had moved to the beach only a short two years before, when they decided to join their lives together. The ocean held an ability to bring calm to their hectic lives and when they finished their jobs in the city it was such a love of the water that brought them home to peace and love in the evening.How they relaxed when they would go out to beach comb in the early morning hours. Nothing was more romantic than to listen to the crashing of the waves against the shore late at night when they couldn’t see the waves and all they had was their sense of hearing to experience the rise and fall of the tide. Lunch often was homemade clam chowder made from the clams they dug just this morning. Life was good.

Then the morning came when Michael hit here with the news he was leaving. She could come with him, but he had lied when he told her he love the water and he could not take this life and lie any longer. She loved Michael but couldn’t understand why he would lie to her. What was behind it? He told her he wanted to love the things she loved and thought he could learn to love the water and sand, but now he knew he could not.
She told herself it was more the lie he told than the leaving that bothered her the most, but losing the one person she expected to live her life with was tearing her apart.

Now she walked the beach alone. The waves coming ashore and going quickly back out to sea leaving a few shells that she would quickly pick up and take back to her small home she now shared only with the memories of the last two years.
That night she lay quiet, her thoughts of where her life was to go, she could hear the waves and the seagull crying. She could smell the salt water and it filled her senses and calmed her deep inside.
The sea had never lied to her, it was constant. She could depend on it. She felt a calm and love come over her and she finally realized.
“I am part of this land and my name is written in the sand.” She thought to herself, “I belong here. If I share it with someone that is great, but if I experience it alone it is my destiny and I am happy.” She was honest with herself, she didn’t want to be alone and she realized with the ocean out her door she was not alone.

She drifted off to a peaceful sleep. She was home and she was happy.

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