As we walked on that empty beach alone so long ago, it’s a late-night cold March evening and the moon guides our footsteps in the darkness of nightfall, we’d just met and I was shy, so I didn’t say much, I just let the sound of the crashing of the waves fill the silence and I let the ocean hit my nervous body. I wish I had more confidence, I wish I had more to say but I can’t think of anything. But just being you on this beach is good enough for me, so I smile, sigh silently, and do my best to enjoy this moment.
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Hello, my name is Dave. I love to write, it is my passion, I try to be vulnerable and honest in all of my posts. I hope to use writing to make a difference in the lives of others and help myself in the process; this blog has been very therapeutic and I can't believe I never took the time to write in the " about me" section. I am not a professional writer but it would be a dream of mine to be published. Please take the time to read this blog and feel free to comment anytime. View all posts by revolutionarymusings