...love like

She sat looking into the sea, her eyes searching for something...perhaps an answer or a sign.

The wind blew her hair across the face and reminded her of the time he said “You have lovely curls” as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Something that fell in her eye reminded her of how he used to look into her eyes endlessly and say “your eyes speak more than you ever can.”

The sound of the waves reminded her of the moment when he whispered “I love you” in her ear in the middle of the road.

She frowned. Sometimes she hated her ability to remember details.

She looked down at the bunch of cards she was holding. He had given her for Valentine’s Day. 14 of them.

“1 for each day” he had said.

She read them all over again. The peacock feather he had once given her slipped out of one of the cards. She smiled to herself again only this time she felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

She took a long deep breath and stood up. With her eyes set on the horizon she thought, ‘Beautiful illusion...love like!’ before turning back and walking away.