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she was my dream girl

The night is a deep, flickering blue that feels more like a dream than a memory. She walks into the dark water in her black dress, the foam of the waves swirling around her like a million white stars that have fallen into the sea. I remember this exact moment because it was the last time I saw her whole, before the static of our lives finally pulled us apart. She looked so small against the vastness of the ocean, a tiny point of darkness moving into the even bigger dark, and I stood there with the camera, unable to call her back. Missing her is like watching this old, grainy tape on a loop, hoping the ending will change this time. But she always walks into the surf, always keeps her back turned to me, and the screen always fades to black just as she reaches the place where I can't follow. The waves are loud and indifferent, erasing her footprints before I can even move toward them. Everything else in the world is gone, leaving only the sound of the water and the image of her silhouette fading into the deep blue of a night that never ends.