XVII/XXX. Look

I'm fond of the sea and the forest, he said once.

The sand is my bed and the trees are my playground, he wrote.

The smell of the sand meets the ocean always calms me and the sound of the forest always soothes me, he uttered.

The beach and I, we share the same look. The same fondness of being swept away all of the sudden in the middle of the night. When it tides. We both share the same wonder for the moon, he told me.

But never once, he said about me, the girl who looked out for him when we are in the forest and at the sea.