Since he told me he loved me, I haven’t cried. A wave of peace has come over me. And it’s only a matter or days before the truth crashes down on me and I part the seas with my tears. But it won’t be because I’m breaking down. It’ll be because I’ll notice my hands are missing the fingers I used to trace, that his limbs don’t intertwine with mine. I will miss him.

Until that becomes a reality, I’ll enjoy the calm before the storm. I’ll think of a time we believed we were as eternal as the ocean.