The last time the sea was really my friend and wasn't as treacherous as the one that the ancient mariner faced was when you left me waiting at the seashore, and my tears brought me back to reality. The sea and the cool breeze wasn't just a friend that comforted this loss but allowed me to look over the horizon. To exactly where you once were and our love was the strongest. I wish I never met you and I wish I could stay in the illusion that you loved me, but not everything works the way you want it to. I didn't choose the sea to be my friend. I chose you.
And look what that did.