Beach in Jamaica holds a piece of my story.

We traveled there by cab and bus,

just to reach that quiet stretch of shore.

There was nothing special about the place to anyone else~

just sand, waves, and two old logs.

But those two logs were enough for us.

Just me, him, and the ocean.

We swam in the water,

grabbed some chicken to eat.

A stray dog wandered over

and we shared some with him too.

Music played softly while we had a drink or two.

Sometimes we laughed,

sometimes we danced a little.

Sometimes we said nothing at all.

And somehow

those quiet moments said everything.

I remember thinking that day

that I had found a place unreachable by the world~

a place that felt like a home

I never had before.

~~

Then my phone slipped into the ocean.

Two men walked by,

maybe a father and a son,

with scuba glasses.

They tried to help find it.

But the water was cloudy.

We searched for a while,

then the search ended.

And that is when the feeling hit me.

Sometimes things sink into the ocean

and you cannot bring them back.

You just accept reality.

~~

What I remember most is not the phone.

It was the way he

jumped into that ocean

to save it for me.

And in that moment

I believed he would jump into anything

to save me too.

We laughed.

We joked.

We shared small dances, smiles, and kisses.

Nothing grand.

Just peace.

And sometimes peace

is the rarest thing in the world.

~~

But life does not always stay in the moment

the way our hearts wish it would.

SweetsOnlyOneElishaXoXo