Perfect Moments

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As my bare feet sink into the rough beach sand with each heavy step, my heart drowns in memories of him. His tall, upright stature as he walked against the wind. The tired light brown eyes with thousands of secrets neatly settled deep behind. As the icy waters wet my toes and the waves pull back into the ocean, I snap back to reality.

Camps Bay Beach late one Winter's Eve
Camps Bay Beach late one Winter’s Eve

My heart and mind adopt the exact behaviour of the waves… reaching out as far as possible with a flood of emotion and energy, and upon reaching the outermost distance, I draw back as I realise there isn’t any momentum left to keep me there.

The warm laughter and silent understanding shared between us are all kept safe and tightly closed, away from my naΓ―ve heart. It was never meant to last long, it was never meant to be. I blame my foolishness; my craving for a series of perfect moments to last forever. There are no perfect moments. Just moments.

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16 Responses

  1. Nice…I know what it feels like to be that wave.

  2. Wonderful piece of literature, the way the ocean draws a similar link to life’s moments is so true! looking forward to the next writing piece ”,

  3. “There are no perfect moments. Just moments” – I love it.

  4. Loved the image you created. Well done!

    • Thank you!
      I actually had forgotten about it until I needed to transfer photographs onto my new phone and found it πŸ™‚ It was a lovely visit to Camps Bay that eve…

  5. all beautiful things must come to an end i guess!

  6. Wow that was beautiful. πŸ™‚
    Now I wanna go to the beach πŸ™‚

  7. Love the pic, reminds me of when I was young

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