“Love is hard” he said, as the edges of the beach and the ocean gathered together in on-the-ground clouds brushed up by the wind.
“What’s the hardest kind?” she said, staring out at the clouds, the ones on the ground and up above.
“Self-Love” He said.
“You’re right,” She said smiling but still not looking at him. “The kind I feel with you, is much much easier.”
The clouds subside
She puts her hand in mine
Our hearts walk out with the tide
Leaving nothing but our minds
To think about the times we had.
That’s all we have ever have.
“Tom?” She asks.
“Celia?” He replies.
“I love me.”
“I love you too.”
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
“Love is hard” he said, as the edges of the beach and the ocean gathered together in on-the-ground clouds brushed up by the wind.
“What’s the hardest kind?” she said, staring out at the clouds, the ones on the ground and up above.
“Self-Love” He said.
“You’re right,” She said smiling but still not looking at him. “The kind I feel with you, is much much easier.”
The clouds subside
She puts her hand in mine
Our hearts walk out with the tide
Leaving nothing but our minds
To think about the times we had.
That’s all we have ever have.
“Tom?” She asks.
“Celia?” He replies.
“I love me.”
“I love you too.”