We hadn’t planned it.
The love, I mean.
It sort of just happened; the way gum sometimes sticks to your shoe… or you find sand in your bikini after being at beach. Yeah… it was like wet stand against your skin. Rubbing away layers until it was embedded so deep it didn’t hurt anymore. Kinda like it was part of you; in a weird way.
I love the beach; that was where it happened. We talked for hours; me and him- him and me- us. That was where the love happened. I can’t get rid of the sand; not that I want to. You see, it’s sort of beautiful, having sand in your pants, coz it reminds you that you can feel. Feeling is important to me. Give me sand in my undies any old time.
He was beautiful too, not like sand, not in my undies, more like… waves. The kind that drag you so far under you forget to breathe until you’re already unconscious. I would let him drown me; if he wanted. But, he didn’t really seem like the drowning type… somehow his waves tugged me back to the shore- with sand in my pants, and a cloudy mind. That was what love was; cloudy.
I loved it that way. Loved him that way. God, I loved him any way he wanted to be loved. That spring, I let his sand rub me raw. Now It’s kinda like waiting to die really. That’s just the way it is. Love, who needs it?
This is just another idea I had for a
novel… based on a true story =)
Tell me watcha think ;)