The Girl.
She loved these walks.
Her alone time. Nobody to disturb her musings, no one to heckle her: her against the world.
The beach was the perfect place to walk...let herself be free as J. Cole, Bobby Ray played in her earphones.
She was always 'herself' when she was alone. Man had this knack of bringing out the worst in her; always confronting her, questioning her choices.
She was no longer a child. Couldn't they grasp so plain a concept?
It wasn't that she was antisocial, on the contrary. She had chaired many a club in her short lifetime, debate, history, art...always planning this event, meet up or day out.
No, she liked her share of friends well enough (well, those she could genuinely call friends).
Inhaling its sweet tang, she lifted her eyes from from the vast ocean and focussed on her surroundings.
She saw children playing in the white sand, building mediocre sand castles with so much vigor. They looked more like mini sand dunes.
She heard giggling to her right.
They were holding hands. Her donning a winning smile, having laughed at something he'd said. She had that glint in her eye...that glint that only newfound love could elicit. He looked at her like she was the last girl on earth, his goddess... Tourists.
She caught herself staring.
Clearing her throat, she carried on, shuffling past guys playing football.
It was hard to comprehend, this love thing.
She'd been in love before...once, a long time ago. A niggling memory, barely etched in the recesses of her mind.
It wasn't him, Greg, it was her. He gave it his all but, as always with these things, it still wasn't nearly enough.
Yes, the sheets could tell tales.
Yes, they spend time together, called, texted...but she felt strained by it all.
They were like chalk and cheese and on different planes.
He was so far ahead of her in the relationship...he had given up a job promotion overseas just to be with her. She couldn't see herself doing anything remotely similar for him.
She loved him, but not nearly enough. He deserved better.
It was easier to be loved than to love back in return, she mused.
It was getting murkier, she spared the last ten minutes of her walk to look at the sunset.
She sighed.
If only life could be that beautiful.
Her alone time. Nobody to disturb her musings, no one to heckle her: her against the world.
The beach was the perfect place to walk...let herself be free as J. Cole, Bobby Ray played in her earphones.
She was always 'herself' when she was alone. Man had this knack of bringing out the worst in her; always confronting her, questioning her choices.
She was no longer a child. Couldn't they grasp so plain a concept?
It wasn't that she was antisocial, on the contrary. She had chaired many a club in her short lifetime, debate, history, art...always planning this event, meet up or day out.
No, she liked her share of friends well enough (well, those she could genuinely call friends).
Inhaling its sweet tang, she lifted her eyes from from the vast ocean and focussed on her surroundings.
She saw children playing in the white sand, building mediocre sand castles with so much vigor. They looked more like mini sand dunes.
She heard giggling to her right.
They were holding hands. Her donning a winning smile, having laughed at something he'd said. She had that glint in her eye...that glint that only newfound love could elicit. He looked at her like she was the last girl on earth, his goddess... Tourists.
She caught herself staring.
Clearing her throat, she carried on, shuffling past guys playing football.
It was hard to comprehend, this love thing.
She'd been in love before...once, a long time ago. A niggling memory, barely etched in the recesses of her mind.
It wasn't him, Greg, it was her. He gave it his all but, as always with these things, it still wasn't nearly enough.
Yes, the sheets could tell tales.
Yes, they spend time together, called, texted...but she felt strained by it all.
They were like chalk and cheese and on different planes.
He was so far ahead of her in the relationship...he had given up a job promotion overseas just to be with her. She couldn't see herself doing anything remotely similar for him.
She loved him, but not nearly enough. He deserved better.
It was easier to be loved than to love back in return, she mused.
It was getting murkier, she spared the last ten minutes of her walk to look at the sunset.
She sighed.
If only life could be that beautiful.
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