-Her Sea-

Once, a sailor told me about a woman who ran away to the sea. From the way he talked, I could tell that he really misses that woman.

"She was a princess of beauty. She had a perfect life anyone would die for. She got everything she wanted, and never, her needs are not fulfilled. She got love, comfort, shelter. You mention other" he said, biting his nail. Then he continued his story.

"Then she ran away with no reason. She ran away here, to this harbor" he continued "She told me that she has fall in love, and there is nothing she can do to marry her loved one. And she begged me to let her sail with me."

He glanced at the sea. I bet he could capture the scenery of vivid silhouette of sailing ships. It was six in the evening.

"It was exactly this time of the day when she came. She was running so eagerly to the end of this harbor, like she can't wait to smell the sea real close. But when the harbor end, she cheased running and cry. That figure, a crying woman of the harbor made me fall in love with her right away."

Than he started crying, and I think I know why.

"As my voyage went, she conquers my heart even more each day. Each minute. Each second. I was glad to let her sail with me." he took a deep breath and stop talking. I was wondering what made him so sad. I understood that he lost her, drown he said.

"She asked me a serious question one day. She asked me whether I want to marry her or not. You sure know what my answer was! But a statement comes after. 'Thank you, my sea' she said and left."

I can feel that his sadness is deeper than just losing someone he loved away.

"I never had her. I never had her heart. She didn't love her husband. She never loves me. She loves the sea. And now, she lives with her loved one. She chooses to."

And now, he lives with her loved one. He chooses to.