Too Late
I walked doggedly along the serene shore, aware of the waves washing away the fine sand. In my heart, there was great pain but I could do was to control it. I looked at the sea. It was so peaceful and calm. I wished I were the foam of the waves just like the Little Mermaid from Hans Christian Andersen, who suffered from unrequited love and was transformed into soapy foam. I walked slowly around and found a solitary peaceful place, where I could be all alone with the sea and its waves