He said loving me was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Watching the waves crash senselessly against the rocks, over and over. Grabbing fistfuls of sand as it trickled through his fingers, like my hair, brittle as ebony, strong and taut like the bumps of his knuckles. He said it was like swallowing his first mouthful of the sea — the sudden shock of betrayal.

First love," said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.

After we left the cafè, Rad and I drove aimlessly for hours, lost in conversation. By then, it had stopped raining, and the night air was warm and still. We had no idea where we were.None of the street names were familiar, but we didn't care, it felt almost dreamlike, as though we had slipped into a new reality.

There is one who you belong to, whose love-- there is no song for.

All I thought and all I felt,was only just because,never was it ever you—until it was all there was.

In all our wrongs,I want to write him,in a time whereI can find him.Before the tearsthat tore us.When our history wasbefore us.