But when you slice truth too thin, you deceive.
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.
He stared at the heart of his heart, the one woman in the world for him
Surely a woman who picked a spot so close to the ocean didn't automatically hide from the rain.
How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.