The sky beamed, its surface impossibly blue. The car sped along the coastal road past beach cottages with terra cotta shingles and stucco walls, past miles of endless beach stretched out like a lover sweetly caressing the oncoming waves. This is my most vivid memory, my happiest memory, because it was my last day with him.
Pearl Jam’s Black thrummed through the speakers, mixing with the wind and floating out through the open window. I looked out at the sea, the ocean I would probably never gaze at again, and I closed my eyes trying to take a snapshot of this moment. I could feel the sand between my toes and the warm water lapping at my feet. I could hear his voice whispering in my ear. I could feel his fingers brushing against my cheek and his lips slowly pressing into mine.
We had stopped at a quiet beach outside the city. “This is my favorite place,” he said, his eyes twinkling in the bright sunshine.
“Okay, why’s it so special?” I asked. It didn’t matter why it was special before because today would turn it into a place I would travel to whenever my life became too much to bear. He took my hand, and I followed him down a sandy path edged with weathered wooden railings overgrown with sea grass and half buried in piles of white sand.
I stepped off the path, my breath catching in my throat. The cerulean ocean stretched out before me, waves cresting and setting patches of white foam on the sandy shore. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, gripping his hand tighter. A tear slipped down my cheek because I knew this was the best my life could ever hope to be. His fingers holding mine, the salty sea in front of me and the green trees of my past far behind. This could be my life, right here next to him until forever comes.
I knew that things could never be the same, would never be the same without him. Once I walked onto that bus, losing him was inevitable. My dreams are now made from sand and ocean, sea shell and sea grass. I hear the wind blowing in my sleep, calling me back to him. His voice whispers to me from my memories and beckons me to wake up, that the life I’m living is the dream and I will open my eyes with his kisses on my throat, his hand in mine.
Hey! How is my fellow ghost doing?
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LOL! I tried another version of my “ghost” name, but it wasn’t available. I’m actually glad because I like my current name so much better. 🙂
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wonderfully told story.. I love the way you play with words and weave magic into your tale.
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Wow! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my story. I am not the most practiced writer, so I appreciate the compliment and comment. 🙂
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Oh I can so relate! Lost love, its feelings – like sand slipping fast and all you could do is to burn your memory with that brief sensation.
Lovely Post – Congrats on being Freshly pressed.
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That’s exactly how it feels–like when I try to look at the moment, my eyes slide over it hindering my focus and burying me in sorrow for something I can’t quite grasp. Thank you for your comment and your congratulations. Your comment is how I learned that I’d been Freshly Pressed. I can’t believe it! Amazing!
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Incredible story, it’s a great combination of lost love and the beauty of nature. Thanks
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I hadn’t thought about the nature aspect until after I read your comment. Besides him, the sea, how it looked and smelled, are the most vivid in my memory. Thank you for your comment.
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Ghost of someone past. At the beach with seashells roaring in my ear. I hear the whispers but the sand reminds me of the grit of our relationship and so I drift out on the tide.
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Lovely! Thank you for sharing your words. 🙂
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Great post! I loved how you just zoomed the audience in to a short moment, bringing out all of the details involved.
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Thanks! Since I wrote this in about 10 minutes with no edits, I was afraid it was too short or that you wouldn’t be able to see it or feel it when you read. I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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Sometimes the best writing comes in at the shortest moments.
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That’s very well put. Those small moments, which often we dismiss at first, end up haunting us later.
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lol Pearl Jam all day, everyday!
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Lol! I honestly don’t remember if that’s the song that was playing, but I hear it when I go back to that moment. I love Pearl Jam! All day, every day! Exactly!
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simply loved the descriptions!!! beautifully woven words!
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Thank you so much! For reading and for commenting. 🙂
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I LOVE Pearl Jam’s Black! This is a beautiful piece, btw: made more descript with that particular song reference.
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Me too! I didn’t think about that when I wrote it, but you’re right. Having a familiar sound in a piece helps to ground it and allows readers to visualize it. Thanks for reading and commenting. 🙂
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nice post really appreciate it…
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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Glad this got FPd. Beautiful:)
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Me too! And thank you for reading and leaving a comment. 🙂
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You described such a fragile moment so beautifully. Captivating. I saw, and felt everything. Your words were really able to take me where you were in that moment. Great job. Never stop writing.
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Wow! Thank you so much. I’m so glad you could feel the moment. That’s always my goal. 🙂
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Interesting how blue can mean so many different things!
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I didn’t even think of those multiple meanings, but, the sky as well as my heart were both impossibly blue. Thank you for reading and for commenting. 🙂
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You are welcome, have a nice day! http://www.segmation.wordpress.com
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wait, now I want to know why it was the last day. I’m trying to read and re-read. I too have one of my best memories ever in my life with a guy being stuck on a rock because as we walked along the beach, we didn’t notice high tide approaching. Great post!
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And I dig the balloons floating up!
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Thanks!
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It was the full last day we spent together. I went back to Oregon the next morning and haven’t seen him since. Things happened, life happened…
Thanks for the comment and for reading. It’s weird the moments that stick with us, the people that we carry. I’m glad you liked it!
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Not even with facebook now?
Summer romances are fun though (if it was summer) – beach romances is great any season!
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He’s on Facebook. Long story there. He’s stubborn and noble, and I am otherwise committed; hence, why I was attempting some anonymity (although Freshly Pressed might hinder that a bit) with this blog. I know I’ll see him, talk to him again. It’s just a difficult situation. It was spring, by the way, and beautiful.
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🙂 A woman’s treasure chest is her heart! So many gems!!
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Nicely put! 🙂
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🙂
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Wow. That’s something.
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Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Beautifully bittersweet. All of us who have walked away from love understand…
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Thank you. It’s so nice to see so many others who have similar experiences.
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wonderful.. beautifully done..
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Thank you! 🙂
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This was lovely. I really enjoyed reading this, as I’ve just been recalling some similar memories…
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Thank you! Although the memories are hard, writing about them has helped me. 🙂
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fabulous post
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Thanks! 🙂
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🙂
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so many things hold meaning only with the presence of a few…else they are just blank canvasses/spaces. you have drawn a lovely sketch…congratulations on being freshly pressed and for sharing something so beautiful.
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Thank you so much. I know that the moment, the sand, the water, was only special because of who I shared it with.
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Excellent story, excellent post.
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Thank you! 🙂
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This was so really touching and sweet….I loved the flow of feelings and pain ……. Really Really lovely ! After all memories are the things which never leave 🙂 I hope you are ding well 🙂 xx
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Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my story. You’re right–memories are what make us who we are and are what we carry with us always. I’m doing well, and thanks again for the compliment and comment.
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it was the essence of the moment that made it so special. how time passes so quickly and it never comes again. i think capture that.
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Thank you. I was trying to scoop up that moment and write it so that readers would feel the memory with me. I hope I succeeded. Thanks for reading and following! 🙂
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Beautiful and bittersweet…
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Yes, bittersweet. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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“My dreams are now make from sand and ocean, seashell and grass … ” beautiful written. Artful and gripping. Nicely done.
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Wow! Thank you. I sometimes don’t know what to say to these comments. They are so lovely and it’s just so nice to know my words can move people or make them feel something. Thank you for such a wonderful comment. 🙂
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Thanks for posting this, keep posting.
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You’re welcome and I will! Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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Lovely post. Totally drowned in it. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wow…
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Thank you. 🙂
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nice
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Thanks! 🙂
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That’s beautiful, thanks for sharing it with us, a reminder to take time for those you love
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Thank you! 🙂
That is sometimes a lesson learned too late, unfortunately for me, but a valuable one, nonetheless.
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You captured the intensity and beauty of the moments so well that I could hear and smell everything like I was there. I LOVE the ocean! Your feelings tugged on my heartstrings so deeply that I wondered why you had to get on that bus? It was a Scarlett and Rhett separation for me. I hope you get to revisit that location and many more – not just in your heart and dreams.
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Wow! Thank you for such a great comment and compliment. I hope I will get to go back some day. I was only there for a visit, although he wanted me to stay forever, offered for me to stay forever. I just made the wrong choice, thinking obligations at home were more important than my own happiness. Thank you again for reading. 🙂
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You must have incredible patience! Why do we make the choices we make? Why do we feel so chained to obligations that could be managed from afar or given to someone else? I hope someday you will be able to follow the love in your heart. We only live once. Get to doing what makes you happy because life’s too short to “what if” and “I should have” until death and opportunities in time runs out. I hope I’m not coming across anything but a hopeless romantic. 🙂
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I’m working my way there, but obligations are still in my way. I love your romantic notions! I hope I can follow my heart someday soon. 🙂
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You are living up to your name. May God give you many years of love, joy, and happiness.
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Thank you so much!
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Hello, I am new to the blogging world. I see that you have a good audience on your blog. I am an author and I just published my autobiography. I self published so I need to market it on my own. I want to raise awareness about my book so that it can reach and impact as many people as possible. If you can put this on your blog for your readers I would greatly appreciate it. I see that you have quite the following and it would really help if I had somebody with experience to help me promote my book. Thank you!! If you can even go to my blog and ‘reblog’ my post about my book that would be awesome thank you so much!! Even if you can support me by reading my book that would be awesome!!
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I just post poetry and other writing here, so promoting isn’t something I do. However, I wish you much luck on getting your book published and read by the world. Thank you for reading my blog, and I hope you come back to visit again. 🙂
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ok great no problem. i am new at all of this
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