Lie Under The Stars With Me.

They sit by side on the pearl-white sand, her heart in-tune with the slow, rhythmic dance of the shallow waves. His hair flutters with the breeze as she watches him, entranced by his peaceful storm. Maybe far off, he hears thunder, and maybe her tired eyes see distant lightning. But here, there is only them, the consoling breeze, and the hushed understanding of the ocean.

I think of her, the me that never got a chance to exist. Her smile, not broken but full of light. Her laugh, not sad and rare but light and abundant. Her eyes, not deep wells of sadness but skies lit with wondrous galaxies. Her heart, not empty and tired but strong and encompassing. Her soul, not lost and lonely but beautifully celestial.