As I sit on the dunes, watching the sunset. With a blanket wrapped around me. I shiver in my silk nightie. I start to think about him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, and I miss how he smells. Especially, his aftershave. It's funny what you think about when you’ve been missing someone.
The last time we spoke it left a bitter taste in my mouth. How could we have shared so much, and now be left with so little? I started to think back to the days when we were happy. Was it really that long ago? I really missed him.
I can feel the wind blowing harder now. I’m starting to shiver. I remember now why it’s insane to think about him. It’s a kind of old love that never entirely leaves you. It’s a dangerous thing, going for walks, in old haunts.
