This is where we walked endless hours of the night hopelessly grasping on to as much of this life that we possible could. This is part of the place I lived that felt the most like home. The place where everything was better and everything was safe. A place that held many of my tears in its palm without shame, throwing them right back into the ocean. My dear, this is where I was most in love. In love with who I was becoming even though I couldn't quite grapple her into a box of should be and could've been's. This is where I was most in love with life. A girl who fought tirelessly for the people she adored the most. This is where I unashamedly proclaimed Gods name over and over and over again without having to actually say a single word. Because this was his word. This is where God held me closest in His arms. This is the place where I truly found a best friend. A safe haven of young hearts that were trying to grow through life, encouraging each other through the heartaches, and bracing each other for what was to come. The boy escaped every now and then to a distant land from from the water, and those moments were hard, because the ocean was too big for the girl to try and understand all alone. So she would sit on the oceans edges and would wait and wait for those moments when the boy would come back home and at just the right moment they would walk together along the seawall in wonder.