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.
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 isnβt 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.
Joe
Nice…I know what it feels like to be that wave.
Saajida
We’re all somehow pushed into a corner at some point, forcing us to perfect the art of letting go.
Kavir
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 ”,
Saajida
Thanks! π
YellowCable
“There are no perfect moments. Just moments” – I love it.
Saajida
Thank you π
Coming East
Loved the image you created. Well done!
Saajida
Thank you!
I actually had forgotten about it until I needed to transfer photographs onto my new phone and found it π It was a lovely visit to Camps Bay that eve…
Tooba Niazi
LOVED IT!
Saajida
Shukran π
Sharmishtha Basu
all beautiful things must come to an end i guess!
Saajida
Just like all negative things π
Syeda Maham
Wow that was beautiful. π
Now I wanna go to the beach π
Saajida
Thanks π
lol yeah, the effect Camps Bay has on you π
sgs3 (@TiSgs3)
Love the pic, reminds me of when I was young
Saajida
Thanks π