All she wanted was someone to share with.
Thoughts. Dreams. Realizations. Doubts. Longings. Worries.
All she wanted was a heart to talk with.
Happiness. Sadness. Wonderments. Trust. Love.
But something was wrong inside her, like a broken string of a guitar, unable to produce the exact tones that the others wanted to hear.
The sea touches your feet a thousand times but never embraces you until you surrender yourself to its waves. She kept on crashing onto the rocks along the shore of a thousand feet, yet to be greeted by any open arms.
The broken string was washed away and never to be found again.
Nobody noticed that the gap in the strings created an entirely new sound.