If he ever asked how I felt about him, I'd have pointed out those tiny creases that danced by his eyes whenever laughter painted his face, how he'd purse his lips when he was sad, his habit of steering with one hand, and his absolute need for jam at breakfast.
But he never asked.
Finally, I surrendered to the ocean's depths, letting it take me wherever it wished. Tired of battling the current, I shut my eyes, turning my back to the shore, losing sight of the land I'd sought for so long. All I saw was the endless ocean.
There were moments, even with him, when I felt so alone, convinced he'd never love me, regardless of my efforts. He knew it too; I needed to let go. My love for him was an obsession that dominated my thoughts.
I waited for the darkness to unclasp its grip on my heart,
