What a cold world it is out there, and sometimes it's so bad that it makes you look bad too, dear ocean. But even in the darkest of storms, you will always look beautiful to me. No matter how heavy the waves are, washing all good away from sight. Perhaps it wasn't your fault. Maybe it was the wind, the other unseen forces, the cruelty of mankind. They are outlandish and ridiculously selfish. I wish they didn't have to separate us, but it happened. And it probably will happen again. But I shan't ever give up on you, lovely sea. You will always have a special place in my heart. You will never leave. But why do I still feel like I must let you go? Tell me, dear ocean. Don't go.