An Ocean Affair

An Ocean Affair
No one dreams of dying on the beach. Atleast, not like this. If they do, it is a dream flanked by happymemories: days and nights of salty kisses and footsteps that followthem home to embed grains of reminiscence in the carpet. No onedreams of crimson clumps or wondering whether you'll be able towriggle free before high tide washes the ability to wonder away.
While I wait for the clock to run out,I'll dream I'm dying elsewhere: in my bed, many years from now,with him curled around me and not a clump of crimson to be found.I'll dream of a life in which I hadn't been so careless, soimpulsive, so…deserving of this. I never meant to hurt him. All Iwanted was love in my life, and now I don't have love or life. 
Unless…
The waves lick adoringly and the softsands cradle me like never before. The ocean seems to whisper "Loveyou, love you, love you. Come with me to the depths, and we'll danceforever. No one has asked you to dance before, have they? They musthave known you were waiting for me."
The crimson clumps look like valentinesnow.