Hi fellow mortal. Do you recognise me? We met at the beach the other day, again. I waved at you. No? Well, maybe I look different today, and so do you. To be honest, we’ve actually had fun when you were young. I don’t blame your cloudy vision though, as I’ve heard that we sometimes blur out the memories we don’t want to go back to. It kills me to see you, maintaining this distance. Keeping yourself high and dry, just to be safe? Or is there more to it that I can’t decipher? We both know what happened can’t be reversed, and could also not have been avoided. You have to stop blaming both of us for it. It’s not your fault he drowned, you were only 9, and didn’t even know how to swim. I wish I could have pulled back, but the moon had other plans. Ever since you lost him into me, I lost you. I couldn’t save him, but am willing to dry out completely to save you. I wish there was a way I could tell you how important it is, to let grief wash over you. You have to let the reality sink in and go with the flow. Believe me, for I do it everyday. It’s okay to cry too, for it’s a ritual to me, as I rise from that very ocean you no longer wish to be friends with, to these clouds you wish to find your lost self in, only to pour down, and start again. You have to too.
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