shoreside girl

she was sitting on the shoreside, the sandy beach. her dark hair flew through the breeze, adrift throughout the coast. leaves, sand, and the little drops of sea salt which followed in its wake.

she never turned to look at me with her chocolate—amber eyes. her resting state was too serene to bother, so neither of us acknowledged the other as i sat down next to her, staring at the ocean’s waves against the sunset.

her white linen dress was minimalistic, like the seafoam on the dark sand. it fluttered ever so slightly in the zephyr. the wind around her was almost never-ending, swirls of zen.

the ocean blue tips of her straight hair never quite reached her face, always falling behind her back. a wave crashed, falling right before our feet, yet the water didn’t touch my skin.

she had small features, small eyes, little nose, yet a heart so big, it could fill all of the ocean’s waters and still have more to go.

if she was a seashore, i think i would be the sea. everybody loved the beach, the sandy shores were refreshing and ethereal, just like her. and the sea— the sea always came back to the beach, no matter how many times the beach ignored the sea.

and the sun fell, leaving the shoreside girl and i alone with the stars. she turned to me, soft pink lips upturned in the friendly way that they always did. her little smiles chipped away at my heart, the little pieces, like shells, ending up on the seashore.

and the absence of the sun to illuminate her presence soon came the moonlight, soft rays of the sun’s reflection. and she basked in it, the blueish light from the light cerulean coloured moon.

the girl laughed suddenly, tears of mirth falling from her eyes onto the sand. it had startled me from my peaceful state, and i asked her what was wrong.

she turned to me, a soft smile on her face, her brows furrowed to keep her from crying even more. “once in a blue moon do i ever see a face as beautiful as yours.” and like a pin drop, tears started flowing from my eyes too.

the shoreside girl never noticed me when we were together. not through the carnival rides together, nor the cliff hiking or the beach strolls. but yet, she pulled in towards me, eyes locking in with mine. our noses brushed against one another, and her upturned lips were suddenly so close to my own.

and we kissed under the safety of the dark blanket of the sky, her lips interlaced with mine, her soft hands intertwined with mine in a sense of loose security.

she tasted like sea salt caramel, sweet yet salty. my shoreside girl.