Introduction: Life without you.
Summer was coming close to an end. The sun began to set earlier then it did all summer. I pulled into the driveway in front of the shore, and my car shook from the strong winds along the coast. I turned the ignition off and got out of my car. As soon as I stepped out, the salty wind hit me and it felt instantly refreshing. I walked towards the shore and the pavement began to blend with a mix of dark concrete covered by sand. Separated, both the pavement and the shore full of sand and rocks that were hit by uneven crashing waves felt like two separate worlds. I looked out to the direction of the sea as i began to dig my feet in the sand, and spotted no one along the shore. "perfect." i said
I looked to my left and only saw the coast and shore stretch out from big, to tiny buildings along the side. Then to my right I spotted a line of volley ball courts lined perfectly from closest to farthest. Who knew Malibu Beach had so many volley ball courts?
That's when it hit me, the sound of the crashing waves. The courts that were probably filled with people on an early summer day. I broke down, my eyes overflowing with uncontrollable tears that rained down on a stormy day. You can never predict how high the tides will be, but this I knew I could predict. I walked towards the giant boulders and sat on them, the sea water hitting them like if the boulders had pissed off the sea. I began to feel cold, not just by the freezing pacific waters. But by these cold boulders my ass was on. Keep in mind I was wearing jeans. I stared out to the sea once more and the ray of colors that radiated from the sun began to change. From a yellow, white, orange. To a purple, pink, red. The sea was glistening with ripples of pink and blue along it. I inhaled and exhaled as soon as I did. The tears began to rain down again. I couldn't stop turning my head back to the direction of volley ball courts. Crazy how it was unintentional but all I could think about was him. How he swung and served and smiled with sweat down his side of his face every time he played. It hurt so much knowing he wasn't there with me. i got up and walked along the shore next to the sea. Then there I was in front of the courts. I bend down and began to run my hand through the sand. Hoping it would feel like if it was running through his hair. Seeking his comfort once more. I began to think back to our sophomore year together, then our junior year, and our senior year, now currently our freshman year of college. Memories of high school wouldn't stop flooding my mind, like when the ocean finds a small cave along the shore and fills it up when the tides get high. I got up and looked out to the sea once again. The sun that was kissing my skin and hugging the sea had almost been completely hidden by the roundness of the earth. I thought to myself, " I should go back." and so I did, but whats the point am I right? how did I get here? well since the memories are crashing in already, let me just tell you.
