"Do you know what I love about the ocean?" She asked him, not once taking her eyes off the water in front of her.

He knew the answer before she even said it. For the past year they'd done the same thing every Saturday. They'd meet at the beach early in the morning and stay till the first rays of the sun peeked through. Even though he knew the answer he still went along with their routine. "What?" He asked leaning back on his elbows in the white sand.

"The waves." She answered simply, smiling at the thought. She paused for a moment as if waiting for him to add his input, but he never did. "They never stop you know. They just keep moving forward and then backwards, but they always come back." She said excitement clear in her voice as she spoke.

Letting his eyes travel over to her small form laying in the sand. She looked like a kid again, telling facts about something she thought only she knew. Even though he got tired of hearing the same thing over and over again, he would never utter a single word to her about it. It would crush her if she ever though he was weary of their weekly meetings. Truth was, he relied on their meetings a lot too. He needed to be around her, to be her source of protection, if only for a few hours.

"What's you favorite part about the ocean?" She asked him, finally tearing her eyes away from the water. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at him waiting for a reply.

"I don't really have a favorite part of the ocean. It's just water to me." He said shrugging his shoulders.

As always, she stared at him in shock not for once believing that it was just water to him. "Come on, you must have one favorite part." She pestered him.

He tore his eyes away from her angelic form, letting his green orbs travel to rest over the ocean. What was his favorite part? After all this time he spent there, he still didn't have a 'favorite part'. Truth was he was more of the woods type, always been and always would be. But one thought replayed in his mind like it had so many times before.

He started to speak as if in a trance. "I really don't have a favorite part, but I can tell you what I love about this beach." He waited a few minutes, rethinking his words. How was he suppose to tell her that she was the only reason he woke up in the mornings, or how the thought of her kept him going through out the day. No, he'd never tell her any of that. He settled for the simple answer of..."I love the sunsets." Sunsets? He'd ask himself the rest of the day. He had her right there and he’d chickened out again.

"Sunsets!" She gasped quickly standing up. She didn’t even notice the sand that coated her striped bikini. "Your so sappy." She yelled making a run towards the water.

He stared at her for a moment, taking in her true beauty as she stood knee high in the water. She turned around and stared at him, laughing as the waves crashed against her. "You coming in?" She yelled over the rushing wind. He shook his head empty of all the thoughts of her beauty for the time being. Standing up quickly he ran towards her, not bothering to strip off his clothes as he ran into the water. She came up behind him and tried to dunk him like always, but with his strength, he easily slipped his arms around her thin waist spinning her in front of him. He stared deeply in to her eyes, and the promise about not thinking of her beauty quickly slipped from his mind. They stayed like that for what seems like forever but in reality is only a few minutes. Then she moved from his arms, saying something about the sun rising.

A frown appeared on his face, fading his smile that was there seconds ago. He stayed in the water as he watched her grab her clothes and bag. With one final look toward him she made her way down the pathway that led to the road. Only once she was out of sight did he get out of the water, and trudge back to the place they had occupied only moments ago. He didn't care that the sand was now clotting to his clothes in small lumps. She had once again left him with nothing but his thoughts. He lifted his legs up close to his chest and lent his arms over them. Laying his chin down on his arms, he watched the sun raise.

As he watched the sunrise, he thought about what she had said, about the waves being her favorite part. She had said something about how the waves never stop—they just keep coming back. Well he had concluded that he was just like the ocean’s swells. Every Saturday he would keep coming back even though he knew exactly how it was going to play out. She would never be his for real, but for a few lonely hours he’d listen to her speak from her heart. Falling deeper in love over and over again. Yea he was actually like the waves. Always coming back, never stopping.

This story was edited thanks to my beta and friend, Seattle grunge-love. Shes the best thank you a lot.