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Answers: beginning of a summer romance story I started..please read if you are iThis forum post is dated 09/05/10. If you feel it is old or outdated, please follow up with a question or comment and someone may be able to update it, or reply with newer information if you have it. Arizona - Workers Party
| Answers: beginning of a summer romance story I started..please read if you are i I watched as the tide washed away the heart I had just engraved into the wet, shore sand. I sat wiggling my toes through the muddy substance and gazed at the colorful sunset that seemed hardly a mile away from the ocean. I suddenly recapped that this, here, was my favorite place to be in the entire world. I closed my eyes and listened to the calm, but rushing waters as they made their way to where I sat on the shore. The roaring sound that was so peaceful would then soon be silenced and followed by another. The large waves flattened out when reaching the shore, into what looked like a sheet of glass, sliding up on the shore. Finally the cool waters would crawl their way up just enough to touch my toes and slither back down into the ocean. A gentle breeze came from behind me and sent chills up my spine. The wind sent my damp hair flying into my face and into my mouth to which I could taste the salt ocean water from earlier today. I opened my eyes once again and looked around me. I observed the almost empty beach and watched as the workers stacked chairs, wiped off tables, and took down the volleyball nets. It was amazing how the crazy and loud occasions from the day all settled into a quiet, calming evening in the very same place. All the commotion was simply turned off within an hour. That was one of the things I loved most about the beach. I silently thought to myself how I could sit here for hours and just think. There were always a million questions being asked in my head. I would think about my life, my family, and my friends. Why was I here? What was my purpose? What is my future? But one question that would always go through my head was “where is that one boy that makes every girl feel special?” This one sentence could keep me entertained for hours, as I thought up of my perfect guy. I would wonder what he looked like, what he was like, what is his name, where he was. I consider myself such a sap when it comes to things like this. On nights like this with the sun perfectly in line with the ocean and th |
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