There is no words left. We are just enjoying each other’s presence for our last night together. What we say doesn’t matter anymore, we accepted each other as part of our stories already. It couldn’t be the same without a sneaky pool time at midnight so we baptism our drunkness into the cold water in the hotness of the night. We feel in union, around a broken surfboard. We say goodbye under the stars, that look a little blurry from where we are.