«I felt this urge to run my hands through your hair, now salty from the seawater.

The sun kissing the soft skin of your collarbone, and the wind blowing away the favorite perfume we once bought together when you were looking for a birthday present for your best friend.

Your gaze caught mine, and you showed me a little smile.

For the first few seconds, I thought I saw the person you once told me you weren't: the guy who holds long conversations when everybody else sleeps.

I smiled back, but then I realized this guy was just a part of you.

The night guy you pretended to be when you were with me, looking for something I could not give you because you did not want to give it to me.

Then, the reality hit me, like those rushed waves crashing against the shore without mercy.»