The neon waves crash over me, pummelling this body of mine into the
earth that has mocked me for the lifetime I have been begrudgingly
granted. Within this destructive water are stories that feature people
like me, lost, lonely and afraid of what lies ahead. "I was 27 when I
first told the woman of my dreams that I loved her. It was the one
regret that has haunted me for so long..." The voice the water channels
is of someone much like me, love-struck. Love broke me; leaving me to
wonder why I can never be loved in the same way that I loved. Does this
change the feelings I hold for her? No... It just makes me realise what
I knew all along. As much as I want to save them from ruin, I finally
understand that's not my purpose... They'll have to save themselves.