Romance

He never quite forgot her face. Whenever he caught even the faintest whiff of beach water he reminisced vividly. Pity, he thought. Pity she never captured her beauty in the way an artist captures an image, or the way religious propaganda captures the mind. Oh to be young and innocent! The sweet revels of unbiased indecision leads to a type of purity. A purity capable of cleansing the most corrupt. Pity indeed.

He visited the place very often just as he did with her. Sitting in the same spot as sat, for the same amount of time, completely void to the rest of the world only paying his attention to the waves she used to dance in. As he sat on the beach, feet buried by sand he watched as the waves swayed like an conductor's baton. Matching the description in his heae recreating a beautiful scene where he findd bliss; oh he is orgasmic!


When he decided to finally enter to sea he was hesitant. A sense of humility was looming. An sort of urge to comprehend the moment, to not take it for granted yes; it can all be so divine! It can be salvation, a representation of heaven that is not fiction!  He stood there legs submerged by the dark blue waters, getting shorter like the day the farther he traveled. While looking back he towards the now distant beach he saw himself with her, holding hands.

He traveled until the water was no longer walkable. Peering into the blue seeing the red clouds reflect off the glimmering layers he was silent. Thankful, thankful for her to grant him this moment of empowerment, this great spectacle. If only she were here to see if, he looked back again towards the far away beach and saw two young girls walking along the shore. Then he took a deep breath and fully submerged himself in the sea. He stayed under momentarily almost as if he was performing a ritual. Washing away the sins. Before coming back up for air he saw her face at the bottem of the sea; lifeless. He smirked as he ascended hearing two girls in the distance making his way back toward the beach.