sandwriting

i "wrote" your initials on the white sand. i "wrote" the letters carefully and legibly. our teacher in elementary would have been very proud of the perfect curliques. you would have been proud, too, i guess.

the sea was perfect, the sun was glowing mildy, and there i was, wanting the whole world to know that i was obssessed with a man who did not even know that i exist. there i was "writng" his initials while my friends were releshing the perfection of nature. haha, talk about stupidity.

the sea was perfect, the sun was still glowing mildly. i erased your initials. erased it with half-baked hesitation. it felt as if the only thing worth doing was to get the sand back to its pristine state, as if your name was the only blemish it had, and that it had to be erased.

i "re-wrote" your name in the white sand. i "re-wrote" the letters carefully and legibly. our teacher in elementary would have been very proud of the perfect curliques. you would have been proud, too, i guess.

dali couldn't be more correct. there is a "persistence of memory".