Long hair getting tangled on the wind. A blue eye. White teeth behind deep pink lips. Blue on blue, sea and sky. Skin getting tan under the salt. Those are all the memories I have left of you. Snippets of times when we were happy. When you were here.
I don’t want to remember why you left or when you did it. I don’t need those memories. I only need the memory of us by the sea and the salt on your lips.
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