This is it. We loved it here. This was our Beach. Our second home. I remember us swimming and laughing here. And I remember her face, her beautiful face, full of salt water and sand. I miss her. I searched for her everywhere.
But she seems to be nowhere – and everywhere – I can feel her, I can smell her, sometimes even hear her. – I keep seeing her – in other people or fragments of her face in blurry dreams.