I keep remembering that time we drove the beach in the mid of winter to watch the sunrise. I think we both knew it was over then, but those moments, when it was just us and the seagulls, they let us keep pretending. I want to tell you I'm sorry, but I'm not sure it's true. Instead, I tell you about the weather here, and my new t-shirt. Because if I let you go, I'm afraid the memories will fall away as well, like those grains of sand I so casually shook from my hair. But I guess we both know, holding on too tight has always been my forte.