the pineapple smoothie, cold in my hands, tasted sweet like summer. my feet were buried deep within the sand, and i fell in love with every other person i saw. the girl with the dragon tattoo, the guy who smiled every time he looked at the ocean, the person who took pictures of the empty, blue sky. i couldn’t help myself, to do anything but love strangers and drink my sweet pineapple smoothie. i sat there till the sun set, always too shy to tell anyone how deeply i admired their existence, and soon the beach was empty. the waves crashed softer, only now & then did i see a person walk past, and they were always silent, always distant, always a ghost. and i realized, then, that all along i had been in love with not those beautiful people, not the deep blue ocean waves or bright blue empty sky, but with life itself. and everything that came with it.