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"Come to the water's edge and swim with me", is the last I remember of my friend.
He loved the ocean, like how I loved the shore for the safety of it's warmed ground and buried treasure.
He loved the ocean for it's secret hope and secret beauty.
I remember him asking me to swim with him, but I was afraid, but he insisted like a little child.
I remember that I gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "I love you but I cannot go".
I don't remember "I love you" back, but I like to imagine that it was there.
He ran off and left me on the beach, immersed in the safety of sand and warmth and visible ground.
He ran off, and left me on my own.
I waved, but I don't remember if he saw me, but I like to imagine that he did...
...I dislike the ocean for its salty taste in my mouth and the waves that are caused by my tears and the memories of that day in the sun.
He loved the ocean, like how I loved the shore for the safety of it's warmed ground and buried treasure.
He loved the ocean for it's secret hope and secret beauty.
I remember him asking me to swim with him, but I was afraid, but he insisted like a little child.
I remember that I gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "I love you but I cannot go".
I don't remember "I love you" back, but I like to imagine that it was there.
He ran off and left me on the beach, immersed in the safety of sand and warmth and visible ground.
He ran off, and left me on my own.
I waved, but I don't remember if he saw me, but I like to imagine that he did...
...I dislike the ocean for its salty taste in my mouth and the waves that are caused by my tears and the memories of that day in the sun.