Upon a small rock I saw a girl crying on her knees, a hair bow crumbled in her hand. Staring off into the deep blue abyss.  My heart knew the words she wouldn't speak to me. I turned to her and said "Fall in love with the ocean, not boys". Reluctantly wiping tears from her face she stared at me. "Excuse me?" She said, bewildered for many reasons. I repeated "Fall in love with the ocean, not boys. We sit around waiting for them to come back, but don't the waves always come back to lap at our toes? We die for mystery, doesn't the sea give us that? Thousands of territory undiscovered. Under that water is a paradise. A melody we always know, a freedom we may jump into, a secret we may be in on. Something so beautiful that will never hurt us, never ask us for anything in return. Something that never makes us doubt ourselves, never judges us. Waves that never ignore us but speak to us in a language only our soul knows. Something so beautiful, so vast, so....forever yet we focus on boys and the pain they give us. Wasting so much time on temporary things when we have natural beautiful things that heal us in our face. Dear, jump into the sea and be one with something that you never have to worry will leave you alone." She dropped the bow, smiled at me, reached her hand out, and we ran and jumped into the vast sea of healing.