Unguilty
Sitting in silence, I watched the waves. So calming, yet my mind is composing words that I want to jot down once I get home. Now I understand what “you, me, we’re face to face but we don’t see eye to eye” means. Or Lang Leav’s words, “You’re too close to me, my love. You’re missing everything.” With the hope to make new memories that you and I will only remember, I hate to think that I’d be a substitute for a better memory you want to reminisce. I’m right here. But I feel as though I am one of the passersby you will forget once you leave this paradise. For once, I don’t want to feel happy with the crumbs of happiness I get. I want to feel happy, completely, freely, unguilty.