it was in one of those seacoasts in the upstate we managed to stay in, where we just let the surge of waves wet our clothes on, talking about our indelible times and some other pretty things; practically seizing every moment left for fear that we may not be able to do it once more or forevermore, inasmuch as you'd move into a much farther place in search for greener pastures. i can't blame you for that, and i think what's happening is, nevertheless, good in a way it could help us grow individually.
years after years, we never lose connection.
i see you grow. you see me grow.
i found you motivated. you found me hesitant.
i found you carefree. you found me caged.
i found you determined. you found me hopeless.
until you muttered yet another pep talk that has nothing to do but to make me any more resolute.
"missing you comes in waves," she said. *"and i'm already drowning."
