The next day, I picked Seth up from the hotel, and we agreed to head toward a seaside breakfast place. We were going to the city where I had once met Chris. Life, what a bag of surprises... But I wasn't thinking of anything emotional with Seth—I didn't even want to. Chris had been gone for a long time, but I still hadn't forgotten him enough to give my feelings to someone else. What I wanted most was to let my mind rest, and I knew that.
We got on a medium-scale travel bus, sat next to each other, and chatted. While browsing places on the phone, Seth suddenly held my hand. I just looked at him, my eyes asking, "What are you doing?" I quickly pulled my hand back.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel anything, but I told him I hadn't gotten over my ex-boyfriend and that I wasn't thinking about anyone else right now. I added that I didn't like long-distance relationships. I couldn't even control the person beside me—who knows what someone far away would do behind my back.
It takes around 30–40 minutes to reach the seaside by car, but today the road felt endless. I was murmuring to myself about how long it was taking. Seth again made it clear he would wait for me, that long-distance relationships could still be beautiful, and that he could come visit often. I didn't say anything in response.
Finally, the journey ended, and we arrived at the place. We ordered some breakfast by the sea and waited for it to be served. Ah, I truly love the sea—I've always told myself I couldn't live without it. But… I didn't see the sea for four whole years. That period is still ahead of us, and even now, I haven't gone back to those shores.
Let's blame it on lack of opportunity and time for now. But one day, I'll go back to that shared city with Chris. I'll walk until my feet are sore, exploring every part I can. I promise myself that.