It felt like the ocean after a storm.
His voice was not the silence but it didn’t break it.
Well, it’s over.
Now you can think about it and then do whatever you want.
Maybe it was like one cast away breaking away from the other after weathering the storm together. But it wasn’t like that.
There had only been the two of us – the ocean and me.
I was washed ashore.
And something told me to get up and run.