Last night my best friend sent me a picture of her. Reality cannot capture how beautiful she is, much less a picture. Nonetheless, the best attempt at rendering her on film still leaves me catatonic and crying. I have not seen her eye to eye in over 2 months. It wasn't that I had forgotten how beautiful she is, it was that my mind cannot hold the sheer overwhelming beauty that she so fully embodies. I drown in her eyes, perhaps that is why it hurts when I look into them. I cannot breathe, I cannot look elsewhere for fear that she is but an angel. But angels themselves have long to go to equal her. We have been so close, not ever physically but closer. Spiritually I have drowned in her sea countless times and every time I look at her picture before I go to bed I realize.

My Ocean is in Minnesota and she's going to marry someone else.