November 15, 2015 Sunday - 17:08
when i return, and i look at photos of where i was, i remember being there. the pictures bring back the late summer heat, the warm desert sand under my bare feet, the weight of the scuba tanks, the touch of sandstone under my fingers, the sun in my eyes as i turn around and look down.
i didn't expect to make a friend.
i didn't expect to fall in love.
i didn't expect my heart to break.