The Heartbroken Journal: The Sandbar

050617: Day 139

As I scroll through my files, searching for a certain photo I need for a requirement in school, my eyes were pulled into a familiar photo. It is an artwork I found online — a watercolor painting of a couple under the stars. And the file name contained his name. I sighed. My lips stretching into a sad smile.

Memories of him are similar to sandbars. When the gravity of loneliness or nostalgia pulls the emotions towards it, “the sandbar” appears. But unlike before, I don’t get drowned anymore in the never-ending waves of regret, bitterness, and utter sadness. I have learned about the currents, about the weather, about waiting for the right time on when to go out to the open seas. Maybe this is why I can now see the sandbar.

I see it. And I can walk on it. Without fearing the water that might later on rise above me.

I see it. And I can linger on it without being destructed. Over again.

I see it. And I can now accept that whether it stays there in my lifetime or not, I will be okay with it.

But as for now…

I still do miss him.

you earl_geneva atkinson


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