Another day, Dear Calling

I floated out into the ocean. I was pretty far out. I was on edge with the peer. It was beautiful. I floated with the waves with my toes out of the water. My friends on the shore had called me brave for this.  
 
I relaxed as the ocean heals all that hurts me for a moment in time. My recent breakup coupled with my period starting on the same day, was truly an emotional event.  
 
I relaxed there as the waves had me teeter totter across each crest. I breathed deep and exhaled with such precision that it was without effort. I drifted into my thoughts.  
 
You in my mind cupping my face. You kissed me after asking you if this was a dream. You hands in mine. Your smile gentle and eyes full of love. I felt bliss. Happy. Lost…
 
Choking my head bobbed down into the water, I swallow water. There was no panic as I held onto the moment of your love in me. That moment lost forever in my memories. The ocean trapping me…
 
I swallow four more gulps of the oceans bitter salty water wondering if this should be the memory I go with. I start choking as I realize I can’t breath any longer. I exhale as much as I am able. Relaxing further.
 
I see the wave push me up just enough for my eyes to see my friends in the break on the shore. I come to my senses and realize this is not the scene they came here for. They did not come to lose a loved one.  
 
Quickly I push with all of my power to spit out all of the water I can and push up to the surface. Coughing at the peak I catch my breath after many tries. I tread water long enough to gain my strength to come back to shore.  
 
I pull myself out of the water and turn my back to vomit. Stepping with each foot a heavy cough to the hill my friends sat. I sank into the chair, “alright enough. I drank the ocean out there” playfully.  
 
I check my phone and my bestie texted, “my friend, my heart”. My friends laugh and carry on with their drinks unaware of my previous situation. Tap on my shoulder, “I’m so happy you’re here”.