It's a love story

It wasn't as good as the beaches in Mexico, but there was sand and rocks and water, so there was a Romeo.

Who was very surprised that, when he meant to pick up a pen and write in his journal, he started to sing instead.

So I never knew love until I crossed the line of grace
And I never felt wanted till someone slapped my face
So I never felt alive until I'd almost thrown it away

I had to win - I couldn't just walk
Had to prove I wasn't all talk
My flying colours - My family tree
And all I knew of our history

( Please, please, please )

A little baffled by the outburst, he hunched his shoulders against the wind and continued on his walk, pausing briefly to make a call on his cell phone.

The journal was almost forgotten.
[OOC: Apologies to U2. And, yes, open if anyone's on the beach.]