The ocean is beautiful. You said that you loved her shades of blue and the sound of her waves. You said that you couldn\'t live without the tropical version of her that you had tasted in the Carribean.
Before you left, you threw your broken glass inside her. She knew that you would be back for your annual visit so she kept herself busy. She made the most beautiful sea glass out of your violence.
When you returned, you didn\'t even look at what she had made for you. She was so excited to show you how the glass didn\'t hurt anymore. Instead, you took your petrol-powered sail boat and left your careless ripples all over her body. You left for London the next day. After all, how could you stay once you had ruined her?