An array of boulders and pebbles, each helping one other to create a pathway for their love to reach the sea. Everyday the tide would take her away only to bring her back again. They knew she would come back, like she did everyday, and yet every absence was too long. The uncertainty which lingered in the air; whether she would be gone for good this time.
The sea, effortlessly powerful as she was, remained blissfully unaware of the pain inflicted by her absence everyday. The damp sand on the shore, rippled into despair awaiting for her return, even with the comfort of her remnants from the day before. Such a formidable entity, yet she provokes such love and attachment.
Footprints between the jagged pathway would be washed away without a trace, as were the millions before them. The only traces left to be seen were those imprinted by the sea herself. The jagged shape of the rocks caused by her harsh and relentless power crashing down on them.
She looked out at the battered cliffs; how they withstood all the hardships thrown at them. They stood, enduring and persisting, despite the bruises and injuries they bore. The sea might chip away at them, attempting to break and mould them, but still they prevailed. She admired the only ones to stand up to the sea.