To read the previous installment: LOVE LETTER (3)

Sea glass. It’s the polished glass that broke off from green bottles of wine, the clear glass bottles that the milkman would bring home, or the glass that floated into the sea from wrecked ships. Rolling around in the tumultuous seas under the boiling sun and the shimmering constellations. 

Chemically weathered pieces of glass that lose their image of smooth perfection and seem to be frosted with a layer of salt. It rolls around in the caressing ribbon-like waves of the sea, chattering animatedly with the corals and floating seaweed. 

The thing about sea glass is that the oceans often end up being drawn back to the shores. Her waves uncontrollable, she moves to lick the sands and her freedom, depositing with her the frosted shards of glass, that had fallen in love with her. 

Perhaps you felt that love was the chain that held you down, the prison that suffocated you. Whatever the reasons, your freedom was the elixir that allowed you to fall out of love with an ease that was unimaginable. And I pitied my heart for having been prey to the wild look in your eyes. The wild spark that could be heard in your laughter, seen in your gracefully clumsy movements and your unruly hair that caught my attention. That drove me to fall in love with you, that made me blind to your flaws, the thirst for freedom you couldn’t control. 

The thing about love is that it never comes to an abrupt halt. That tales and stories that people would tell us were just the same difference. I love you now and when I look at your picture and read your untidily scrawled letters I will smile I will love you then. The difference perhaps being that all I will feel is the faded memory of love rather than the blinding exhilaration I experience now. 

I danced with you, the way the glass danced with the sea. I sang the songs of romance the way the wind whispered the stories of the oceans many lovers. And when you left me stranded, frosty, and alone on the sunny sands of the shore the pain felt abnormal. But I stopped looking, my expectations dying on the tips of my fingers. And I hope that you find the happiness that love could never give you with the freedom you now have. 

All my love