What Used to be

While sitting on the beach I try to blink back the salty tears away, your face appears in my mind. I try again and again but I just can't find my way out of this prison of love. I'm drowning in your ocean of affection and I want to get out. My sorrow that was cast upon me by the one I lovd the most is filling my head with doubt. I wish we could just forget everything and be together once again, but what you did gives me a murderous feeling, leaving me cold and hollow. As the cool evening breeze of summer passes by my face I think of what we had last summer, and my heart flutters at the thought of being in your arms once more ad my face lights up. The, yet again, I remember what you did to me. Your un-loyality and dishonesty cut me deep and left me for dead. Yet, maybe what you did to me was for the best. I want to be free once more to search for a love that is deep and pure. A true love like in a story book, but better than what I had felt with you. One thing crosses my mind when this thought is born-I have to know...will he be loyal unlike you?