I kissed the lips of dead rose petals and stroked the cheeks of sunken ships. With an unclear mind, shaky breaths, and highly built walls, I met you. Everything was blurry but I can remember the storm in your eyes. Pale blue like the ocean and then stunning like the stars that lit up the sky. Your hands were cold like snow but your breath was warm like the summer’s breeze. You were the walking definition of contradictions, a paradox, and I loved it. But I watched you become the ocean’s tides. Stampeding towards the shore and then running from the sand as if it was burning holes in your bare feet. You started to float away like a bottled message that had been tossed into the sea. I silently begged you to stay as the salty ocean burned my eyes, but then I realized I was the tide, the little girl running alway scared of letting down her walls only to be left again, but that wasn’t who you were, I was the one who turned you into something temporary.