Fingers wrap snugly around the familiar contours, shaping them from memory. Every curve, scratch and texture a vivid memory fleeting through the recesses of the mind. The rough stone brings little comfort to the touch, and warmth from my hand travels away and back to me from rock to human.
Stroking it with care, the sandy exterior reminds me of a time where we used to frequent beaches. With the world shut out of my sight, I could recall us frolicking freely there when we were young.
Like all fairytales, I believed us to live 'happily ever after'; but reality is reality, and it hurts.
Staring at the horizon in the far-off distance, a bouquet of lilies fell from my embrace and into the raging sea. The sea which you had loved so much...
Happy birthday...
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