The beach
Being honest most of the time since you left I felt indifferent, free and above all calm, I saw everything clear, but it was those special moments when I felt that the world was coming to me in a chasm, because I did not understand that it was What caused me those thoughts that you both starred and I wish would have been meaningless occasions, without much courage or enthusiasm, as I would have liked to have found in passing thoughts, but instead I found you in those who made me doubt and even question my happiness.
Last week I went on vacation, I traveled a lot of the country, especially the beaches but again that feeling came back, I tried to accommodate you to my life, I saw you in the sand, tanned, talking about how the sound of the sea calmed you, listened that Alt J song that you liked to repeat over and over again on that melancholy day when we kissed in front of your Aunt Cecilia's picture. I found it hard to enjoy my reality because I was calling you in my thoughts, I began to hate you and I softened when you showed signs of life and with that particular way you have always had to remind me that you think of me.
