Going to the beach was a good idea. It didn't trigger a flood of memories. Memories of him. I expected that because it was where I met him. The exact same beach. But it didn't.
Instead, I found solace. Maybe I always had at the beach. To listen to the crash of the waves against the shore soothed my nerves even though the waves seemed angry. I didn't care. I didn't feel as lonely or as heartbroken. Even though I still am.
I know I'm not supposed to be lonely. There are people out there who care for me. But I just did deep down inside. I loved him. But now I have to forget him. It's hard - very hard.
I felt better. I didn't think about it today. At least not too much. I just talked and caught up with what happened since me and my ex broke up. Basically, I had a good time at the beach. It's been so long since I saw my ex. So long.
Now, there are no sparks, no tears. We talked like we are old friends. Good old friends. And I'm glad.
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