I sat on a rock on a rocky beach by the shore, still carrying my bag weighing heavily on my shoulders.
This was exactly what I was looking for. To be away from everywhere and everyone. Where nobody could see me and where I could see no one. Just me and the sea, sky and water, endless breaking waves, and the short-lived lives of the white foams. Both transient and permanent, irresistible yet calming, constantly transforming view of the celestial sphere.
And here I was, alone, in between the forces of nature.
Alone.
And I found comfort in that.
Minho was right. It's not like I had an experience of a bad relationship and resulting trauma that made me shy away from close heart-to-heart human connections. It's not like I was afraid of being hurt that made my heart stay closed and alert of any unwieldy feelings from rising within or getting softened by the forces of another heart.
I was just like this. Always.
Why?
