The afternoons we drowned on the beach were never enough. It was one of those perfect friendships which end up broken on its own. We never talked about it. We never regretted it. Do you remember how it all began? I don´t although we should have been old enough to keep at least some images. Do you remember how it all finished? Me neither even though if it was important for us, we should strive to understand it.
Today I walk across the sand and I want to see you here, standing by my side, but I just watch the calm sea on the horizon. And the waves come, break, become diffuse at my feet and there´s no wave anymore, and I know that I can not see you even when you are walking at the same beach.
I remember when we were younger, swimming there all day. I can´t believe it´s the same sea. The coldness prevents me to go beyond the line of the knees. And I try day after day in spring and summer, even I bought a neoprene... but this is not our sea as we are not us anymore. And it doesn´t matter, and it´s not sad because it´s life, the life of two persons who love each other enough to let them go.
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