The waves.

I have always wanted to visit the beach, and whenever I get the chance, I grab it. One Saturday morning, I woke up early and took a long drive to the most pristine beach in our town. I packed some clothes and things and food just in case I wanted to stay there the whole day. As I park my car in the yet empty parking lot, someone familiar gave me a big hand wave and called out my name.

“It has been a long time, Miss! Good to see you again!”, she said.

“Good to see you too. How have you been?”

“Nothing has changed. What brings you here this early?”, she asked.

“I missed the beach!”, I replied.

“The beach missed you too! Feel at home.”

“I will. Thank you so much.”

Since it was still early, I was able to witness the beautiful sunrise as I was walking towards the cottage. The transition of the sky from being a dark shade of blue to orange gave me some goosebumps. It seemed like someone invisible was painting the sky right before my eyes. It was lovely. I unpacked my things as soon as I arrived at the cottage. I took a shower, changed to beach clothes, and ate a sandwich. I kept my phone and car key safely inside the locker. I left the cottage to go to the shore. I carried my pen and notebook with me as well as the basket that has all the beach essentials— sunblock, shades, blanket, and a hat. I looked for my favorite spot. I laid the blanket on the sand, put on some sunblock, and wore my shades and hat. I sat on the blanket, opened my notebook and started writing. At 9am I took a short break. People— groups of families and friends— on the other hand, started coming and occupied their chosen spots by the shore. I watched the waves go back and forth.

Isn’t it funny that sometimes our lives are just like the waves? There are times when we fall, but we find ourselves rising up again. We dance with the waves of life and move on to the direction where we are supposed to be.

I stood up from my blanket and touched the water. It was a little bit warm, but refreshing. I removed my flip flops and let the waves crash into my feet. I closed my eyes and felt the wind blow and brush my hair. I let go of my fears and worries, and thought of the happy moments in my life— my college graduation, the first time I got my driver’s license, my aunt’s surprise birthday celebration, my trip to Disneyland, and so on. When I opened my eyes, I have realized that there’s so many things to be thankful for.

I sat on my blanket again and continued writing. By 12 noon, I left the shore and went back to the cottage to eat lunch. I opened my locker to check on my phone. To my surprise, there were 10 missed calls from an unknown number. It might be important so I called back. After five rings, the person from the other line answered.


I froze. My heart started beating ten times faster.

“Hello? Are you there?”

I did not answer right away. After a few seconds, I cleared my throat.

“Hi. Who is this?”, I finally asked.

I already know the answer to my question, though. How could I forget that voice— the voice that gave me butterflies in my tummy for three years.

“It’s me. I hope you still remember me.”

I was speechless. I tried to look for the right words to say.

“I do. I still remember you.”

From the window where I stood, I saw a big wave crash and the girl in the the donut floater tumbled.

/Photo taken on the 3rd of June, 2017/

/Location: Virgin Beach, Laiya Batangas/


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