The beach was shimmering with the tranquil rays of the Sun...I felt a serene calmness take over me. I missed him...I was near water. A common place where we love to be. I walked while the fragile stream of rain swept pass my face enveloping itself in the cool wind. My head held high...but not in pride. I looked up at the Sun that was obscure behind the clouds. I remembered the times we had been together. I could smell the sea. I could hear my heart whisper.The sea shell reminded me of the time we used to collected those intricate masterpieces of nature's art in small plastic bags. And then I hoped, just hoped...What if he was here? We would be walking hand in hand and he would have that face on his face(that's totally him.) and I would understand his every expression. He admires my originality, my truthfulness and I love his heart. He's perfect and I wish he was here. Oh he is ...right here with me...In my heart...wait that heart doesn't belong to me. Now, it belongs to him.