booktowrite

There is this natural, untouched beauty in abundance and there are so many things that I would love to show to you, so many things that I’d love to share with you. Then I remember… you’re gone, you’ve moved on, you no longer care, and it is simply pathetic that I am still thinking of you as you create new memories with new lovers. Each picture I see brings pain and memories the same. Then, oddly, it all seems to wash away as I see a whale breaching just off the coast and wish that you were beside me to witness the same. During those moments I forget that we are no longer together until after a voice asks ‘why is it that she is not here to share this with you?’ and I realise that I am a fool.