It's colder than expected. During the daytime the harsh winds would throw sunshine in our faces and make us sweat but at least we felt warm. Now, even though the winds have died down, the slightest of breezes brings a chill to our bones. The sun has set on us. I too wish to defy the logic that seeing is believing, for I want to believe the sun will forever rise for us. The sun will rise, but not for us.
When the sun set I closed my eyes. They will remain this way for months. I can't bear the sight of you walking away, nor of I doing the same. It's dark everywhere now anyways, I have no idea where you are or how to find you. All I know is when the sun rises you will have left this beach behind. I will wake up beside candles that failed to light the night sky because of the overpowering winds.
Do you remember how hard I tried that night to light the shores with your name? You told me it was okay. 'It's the thought that counts.' I'm left here now filled with thoughts. What if I was better at it, what if I just waited until a later day to show you, why did there have to be such strong winds that separated us.
When the sun rises you will not be on this beach. You will be on the main road. So much ahead of you I bet you can't wait. Honestly, I couldn't. If I were you I couldn't wait. I couldn't turn back. I couldn't throw it all away. Only the Nyahman lives his whole life on the beach; the rest of us are on that road. I should make my way to that curb myself, but you first. What you have has no pricetag, or at the very least very large ones. Thoughts do count but they are cheaper than words which I have always undervalued as free.
I don't want to disrespect this beautiful paradise that has been my home for so long. You go on ahead, let me just gather these candles and shot glasses and take in whatever follows.
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