Someone Else's Ocean

by Kate Stewart

“You’re forgiven,” I said, watching a drop of sweat from the tip of his chin drip down to his navel and disappear below his waistband. I’d never wanted to be a drop of sweat so much in my life.

Biiiiitch lmfao

Instead of continuing to live a life I couldn’t live, I chose me.”

Yessssss bitch

And so, I’m here living someone else’s life, in someone else’s house staring at someone else’s ocean.”

“Don’t invite me into your life, Koti, or your heart, or your bed because I’m a selfish man right now and I’ll take you up on it without a second thought. If you move a single inch closer to me, I’m going to fuck you. And as much as we both want that, we both don’t need it. I will use you and it’s not because I don’t think you’re beautiful, or intelligent or worth more. It’s because right now, I’m incapable of being anything other than the man that uses you. And because I do think you are worthy of better, I’m not going to let it happen. So, goodnight.”

Oop

I looked at him skeptically. “Making rounds all over the island?” He gave me a devilish grin. “But I’ll be coming home to you tonight.”

Biiiiiiitch

“What are you reading?” “Outlander.”

Kaaaaate!

“Be simple and do whatever the hell it is you have to do to make yourself happy.”

“I played it in my last recital, it’s “Clair de Lune” by Debussy.”

Edward??

“Everyone is a glass house, it’s up to you to decide who to give the rocks to.”

“what’s inside of you is a heart that is dying to live, and your head is too afraid to let you do it fully, the way you deserve. It’s the most tragic thing I’ve ever seen. You’re a prisoner of your own making.”

“The point is—I don’t believe in miracles, but I’m falling for mine.”

“You must be Koti, nice to meet you. I’m Cameron and this is my wife, Abbie.”

abbie and cameron!! The real

She was my golden shore after the shipwreck that was my life and she’d loved me with her whole heart, only to let me break it.

Love stories aren’t always perfect. They can wreak havoc on the heart and distort the soul. I’d gotten lost in love and found the reality at the end of it where I lived in the truth. Not all love stories come with happy endings.

Sometimes what’s meant to be isn’t written in the stars, instead, it’s a journey on the path less traveled without a map of guidance, without certainty.

Not all love stories come with happy endings, but some do.