They say, whoever you think of when you stand in front of the ocean is the one you love. For a week I stood there. The sand reminded me of your skin. The sun, your smile. And the stars, your eyes. For a week I stood in front of all these beaches of different names, but I only read yours on every wave. No matter how far I sunk, or miles I overcame, or how restless I became, I stood in front of the ocean and I could not shake away the thought of you. I’m not sure if that means something is incredibly wrong with me, or something is perfectly right with you.