A journey through my memoir

On the evening summer beach breeze, as the waves crash against the shore and the golden sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, my mind wanders to thoughts of my ex lover. It's a bittersweet nostalgia that fills my heart, as memories of our time together come flooding back, carried by the gentle wind.

I had blurry vision of the couples at the left end of the beach, laughing, playing splash in the water. I turned to them, my lips twitching with a faint smile and then turned my gaze back to sinking sun. Memories of the six foot handsome young man, standing closely behind me, playing with my hair and whispering soft words into my ear flooded in.

The beach has always been our sanctuary, a place where we shared laughter, long conversations, and stolen kisses. It was here, amidst the soft sand and the salty air, that our love blossomed like a vibrant seashell amidst the vastness of the shore. And now, in this moment, the beach serves as a reminder of the love we once shared.

As I walk along the water's edge, feeling the cool mist on my skin, I can't help but recall the warmth of what our touch felt like. Our fingers intertwined together, creating a connection that felt unbreakable. We would stroll along the shoreline, watching the sunsets paint the sky with hues of pink and orange, sharing dreams and secrets, lost in our own little world.

‘In the golden hour's embrace they meet,

Two souls entwined, their hearts complete.

As the sun descends, painting the sky,

They stand in awe, with love in their eyes.

Hand in hand, they stroll along the shore,

Whispering secrets only they adore.

The waves caress their feet, an ocean's kiss,

As their love blooms in twilight's bliss.’

Sigh. I remember the lines perfectly. The lines of the poem he wrote right beside me one of the times.

Adorable, isn’t it?

Yeah, I know.

But like the tides that ebb and flow, our love too had its seasons. As the winds of change blew through our lives, we found ourselves drifting apart, like two ships sailing in opposite directions. The reasons for our parting may have been valid, but the ache of losing them still lingers, especially on evenings like this.

Evenings where I’d shutdown everything else in my life and come here to clear my head and empty my overwhelmed emotions, with no one else than him. He made me love it. The evening summer beach breeze. Which carries with it a sense of longing, mingling with the scent of salt and sea. It whispers a symphony of memories, both joyful and melancholic. The laughter that once echoed on these shores now hangs in the air, mingling with the crashing waves, reminding me of the happiness we once shared.

But amidst the nostalgia, I also find solace. The beach, with its vastness and eternal beauty, reminds me that life is a series of moments, ever-changing and evolving. Just as the waves erase footsteps in the sand, time too washes away the pain and sorrow, leaving room for healing and growth.

So, as I stand here, watching the sun dip lower, painting the sky with hues of purple and gold, I choose to embrace the memories rather than dwell on what is lost. I am grateful for the love we had, the lessons learned, and the person I have become because of it. And just like Ariana Grande says it - Thank you, next.

This breeze whispers to me, reminding me that love is like the ocean - it can be wild and unpredictable, yet also tranquil and soothing. And just as the breeze carries my thoughts of my ex lover, it also carries hope, whispering that new love, new adventures, and new sunsets await on the horizon.