We used to sit on the big rock and dangle our feet in the water, not splashing each other like boys do, but just experiencing the feel of the ripples emanating from our little pink toes and getting swallowed up in the magnetic pull of the tide.
You know, you said. The sea is a giant telegraph. My feet are in the water here and, right now, way off in California, there’s this gorgeous boy dipping his toes in the water at Echo Beach and it’s like we’re on a long distance call and I can read his thoughts and he can read mine.
And I laugh because I don’t want to spoil your game when you’re having fun, but I know that this is bullshit because I’ve loved you for years and you’ve never once picked it up on your Oceanic Telegraph.
Vanessa de Sade