The sound of waves crashing and seagulls, making a lot of noise woke me up. I opened my eyes and was utterly confused as to why I was at the beach.

No one was on the beach though.

A cold gust of wind blew my hair into my face. At least I had this jacket on to keep me warm.

I noticed that the bench I was laying on was really comfortable. I looked up and saw a sleeping Colby. He had no jacket on and I could see he was getting cold.

I slowly stood up, not wanting him to wake up, got the jacket off and dropped it over Colby's shoulders.

My feet touched the sand and I walked closer towards the water. As I came closer I noticed a small bottle. It had a white letter inside.

As curiosity washed over me, I grabbed the bottle and opened it up. I took out the letter and untied the string attached to it.

The handwriting was familiar. It read:

I love how you hold me. I love how you tell me I'm handsome. I love how you look at me funny when I say something stupid. I love how you make me happy. I love how you smile when I see you. I love how you laugh when I say something random, or stupid. I love the face you make when I make weird laughing sounds. I love how you ask me if I'm alright when I can't stop laughing. I love how you make me feel. I love how you tell me I look cute. I love how you like my pajamas. I love how you talk about music for hours. I love how you say sweet things to me. I love how you whisper in my ear when it's really quiet. I love how you squeeze me so hard when I hug you. I love how I can talk to you for hours about anything, and you listen, and listen. I love how we call each other as soon as we wake up, even though we live in the same house. I love how you sound when I wake you up. I love how the dogs have more sex with you than I do, just kidding. I love how you want to spend every day with me. I love how you squeeze my hand. I love how you rub my back, and kiss my neck. I love how you lay next to me, and tell me that everything's perfect. I love how everything is perfect. I love how you see the person I really am. I love how you say we are perfect for each other. I love how you make me cry, but not because I'm upset or sad, or you hurt me, but because you made me the happiest person ever. I love how I wake up in the morning for you. I love how I anticipate seeing you. I love how you kiss me. I love how I look at the empty space in my bed, and wish you were filling it. I love how I get nervous when I see you, but feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else. I love how my parents love you. I love how you deal with my picky eating habits. I love how you worry about me, and take care of me. I love how you offer to pay for me when we go places. I love how you insist everything will be alright, and make me feel at ease. I love how you keep me warm when I'm cold. I love how you give me weird looks at awkward moments. I love how you stop everything for me. I love how I'm important to you. I love how I make you happy. I love how you make me happy. I love how you make sure I stay in line I love how I only want to be with you. I love how I only think about you. I love how I stop everything because I get distracted and have to talk to you. I love how you get jealous. I love how you are when you are with my family. I love being with you. I love how I can see myself with you forever. I love how we talk about being together forever. I love how you think I have cute feet. I love how you tickle me. I love how you get mad when someone says something to upset me.

I love everything about you.

But now all that is gone.

I just want it back.

I want you back.

"I see you found the letter." I turned around and saw Colby awkwardly scratching his neck. I nodded.

"I guess this is for me?" He nodded.

There was a few minutes of overrated silence before I spoke again.

"Why the beach. Why not leave me at my house?"

"Since the beach is both our happy place, I thought both you and I needed a little joy in our life." my heart slightly melted as he spoke the words softly and slowly.

Again silence washed over both of us.

"Y/N, I think I really need to talk this out with you. I want, what we had, back. I really miss you. And I know that you hurt more, and that it's my fault, but I want to talk it out. Clear things between us. Please?" His eyes were watery and his regular smile was formed into a slight quiver.

"Where you suggest we talk it out. It's cold out here."

"Our house."

"I guess that'll work. I definitely need to talk to the roommates, especially Devyn."