We went to the beach today to swim and relax, but nothing went to plan. The tide was low and the water was so shallow that after walking for ages, the highest the water would go was to reach our knees. So much for swimming. It was rather windy and cloudy so sun-tanning was a goner, and playing with the frisbee was near impossible in the wind.

I started thinking about how we nearly broke up on the same beach, yet how the weather then was much nicer, much finer. And I sulked over how I thought it was a day for just the two of us, and yet he had asked all his friends to come down to join us. And I remembered how my friend asked me, why do you put up with it?

But then he kept beckoning me with his hand, entwining my fingers in his, saying cheesy things just to make me smile. None of his friends came, so it really was a day for just the two of us. So I shook away those feelings of doubt, and let myself enjoy the moment.

I don’t need to be always thinking about why I’m doing something or not doing something. I want to stop thinking, and start  feeling. After all, I’ve always advocated listening to the heart rather than to the head.

Why do I put up with it? It’s very simple, really.

It’s because I love him. No reasoning, no rationalizing. Just… feeling.