May 24

I first saw her on the beach, she wasn't remarkable in any way, but she seemed to stand out from everyone else. I watched as she walked into the ocean and flipped onto her board. I decided to do the same...God knows I needed to relax after the day I'd had.

I felt the water run over me, my tired aching muscles starting to melt into the ocean. I could just lay on this board forever right now.

Where did she go? I looked around me, my momentary lapse of concentration nearly led me to a collision with another surfer as I paddled as quickly away as I could, shaking me up a bit.

Suddenly she was right beside me. "Are you alright?"

She leaned over and touched my shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I smiled at her reassuringly.

She looked a little hesitantly before returning my smile and paddling away.

I watched as she caught some waves, impressing me at how quickly she got up on the board every time. I gathered myself together and surfed to my hearts content, smiling at her every time I got near. Wow, who would have thought I could flirt on a surfboard in the ocean...

May 25

Why I decided to run down that part of the beach next morning, I don't know. Come off it Jack, you know exactly why, I thought.

Who knew if she ran? She might just surf. She might just surf in the evening after work. No she was definitely into sport with a body like that.

I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind all night.

My iPod changed songs, I'd put it on shuffle setting and a slower track came on. I realised my running had slowed down too. I slowed right down to look out across the ocean. A swimmer was moving across the bay. Strong too.

No time to waste, I flipped the iPod onto another track and started up the beach and was on my way home, ready to see what today will throw at me.

May 26

Another shitty day at the office, I was later than yesterday but determined to go back down the beach to see if I could see her.

I scanned the beach quickly as I got myself together. Shit. No sign of her. Do I go in the water or not? It was getting late.

Damn, I'm never indecisive like this.

I'm going in. There's other surfers here, but it's getting late to go in now, they wouldn't be hanging around much longer. No I'll leave it.

May 29

It was the weekend before I could get back down there. Why has she touched me like this? I've never been so drawn to the beach just to see someone I'd only ever seen once, and spoken to once for that matter. She had a different accent, European, maybe English?

I started my run and it took me along the water's edge, there were plenty of other runners there who had the same idea, run early before it became too hot and then spend the rest of the day in quiet satisfaction knowing they'd exercised for the day. I wouldn't be one of them. Running was part of who I was. Only I wasn't really interested in running today, only seeing her.

I looked across the water at the early morning surfers, yes, I'd be joining them later. Not much else to do today. I realised I'd pushed myself hard this morning and stopped to catch my breath, drink a little water. As I breathed hard and drank, I kept scanning the water for her. Would I even recognise her again? Maybe…