Collection 1.2

Beams of light dancing over rolling hills as the sun sets, white foam receding back into the ocean as the waves crash against the sand. The love of your life disappearing out of your life forever. Sixteen steps to his car and he was gone forever. Your heart pumping so hard, it might break through your breastbone and lay there on the kitchen table as it ruptures from the pain he caused you. But you’re grasping onto the hope that he’s going to be standing on your doormat tomorrow morning, because the sun always rises again, and the waves always kiss your toes even after it leaves you a hundred times.