Seashells on the Seashore

We picked shells along the beach back in 1989. We watched the sunrise almost everyday for a week. I don't remember us talking much, but I remember you – how close you were. I fell in love with you back then. That was the definitive moment it happened. Immediately after the Church camp you acted like it all never happened. I didn't know what to think, or what to believe. The two bags of seashells I had in my cupboard were proof, and your imprint upon my heart smelt of the seaside breeze blowing through your hair. It seemed almost a different place and time. Almost a different person.
I made a small necklace out of those seashells some years later. I remember threading them together and hoping that it'd stir up some memories within you. Now when I walk along the beach with you and smell the breeze through your hair I remember those days. I remember the girl I fell in love with so long ago. And I reach down and hold her hand. I could do this everyday, for the rest of my life.

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