Relief.

He sat on the shore, running his fingers softly through the warm golden sand, only one thing on his mind. Was she thinking of him too? He sat and stared down at his tan fingers, scribbling fancy little letters in his beautiful handwriting into the soft sand. He looked down at the words one last time then sighed and swiped his hand gently across them, erasing them from the sand beneath him but not his mind. He peered down for a moment at where the words once lay, then took a deep breath and looked out to the water lashing up to his feet. He watched as it reached for him, the clear crystal blue water washing slowly over his feet. He tried to force a smile upon his face as he felt the cool water embrace him. For once in the past few months he felt at ease. There was something about the clear blue sky above him that made him feel secure. Something about the soft warm sand around him that made him feel comforted. Something about the cool breeze in his thick black hair that made him feel free. Something about the clear blue water that made him feel loved. There was just something about the beach that always made him feel better, no matter what the situation was or how horrible it may be. The beach was his friend. The ocean, the sand, the sun, the sky, the wind, the rocks, they were the only things that cared enough to comfort him. People were cruel and ignorant of the pain he felt each day. So there he sat, for the first time in 154 days, a real smile on his face. Not a huge one, just a tiny grin. But a huge smile wasn't required. Even the tiniest smile could be the beginning of healing. The smallest gesture can mean so much when all you need is something to feel.