I’ve been here before. My first real memory of this place was of Katie dumping me. I know I’d been here before that, but that’s the first memory that stuck. I came down here a week after that and I swear I could still see her right there.
“I love you.”
She just stared at me like I was a child or something.
“You can’t love me. You don’t know me.” Now, I’d have a hundred come backs to something like that, but then I hadn’t the slightest clue so I just stood there on the beach.
There’s a feeling of hopelessness when you’re dumped. And that following week, the whole beach felt hopeless. I couldn’t think of anything else. So finally I came up with a solution. I decided to flood the place with memories. Now the beach wasn’t the place Katie dumped me. It was the place I had deep talks with my best friend, the place I first saw Donna smile at me, the place I first saw it snow on the water.
I come down here whenever I can. To remind myself of everything I feel and everything I don’t know. I love this beach.