I haven't written anything in a while, so this is probably really bad. I need to get back into the habit of writing.
I've never seen the ocean.
I've heard of it though: the water, the fish, the never ending blue. I have an image in my head of what it's supposed to look like. I've seen pictures from the internet, from friends' vacations, on television, but never the real thing.
I've always wondered what it looks like in person, what it would feel like to have the water running through my toes.
But the closest I'll ever get is her eyes. The perfect shade of blue; my own little ocean.
I can stare into them for hours. I love the way they light up when she's excited. I love the way they darken when she's annoyed with me. I love her eyes and I love her.
She stirs next to me and lifts her head from the pillow. She smiles when she sees I'm awake.
"Morning, sleepyhead," I say quietly, pulling her close. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty good," she responds. "I dreamt about you." She wraps her arms around my stomach, her slender arms touching the bare skin of my waist. I press a kiss into her hair.
"And what was I doing in this dream, Clare Edwards?" I ask huskily, voice low.
She looks up at me and smirks. "I'll never tell." she says smugly.
I frown jokingly at her. The look on my face is stern, but Clare knows I'm joking. That's how we work; lots of sarcasm and joking around, only serious when absolutely necessary.
Sometimes we just lay in bed, not talking, just enjoying each other's company. It may sound cliché, but honestly, this girl is my everything. People say that high school relationships never work out, but I guess we're the exception. Because I've been with this girl for six years, and I've enjoyed every minute of it.
Maybe I never will see the ocean, but I know I have something pretty close.
In case you didn't notice, I purposely didn't name the guy in this story. Now it can be either an Eclare or a Cake story.