Love Is An Expression

You want me to help a lad who can't even muster the courage to confess himself? Hahaha! Quite the interesting character you've come across. Fine. Maybe my life story will be of some help to your desperate friend. Indeed, I am a man who knew the bliss of love for nearly thirty years, before she was taken from me. The memories we made through across that span of time... We spent our entire life by this coast in the fishing industry. Naturally, we traveled to many different islands, both near and far. We had our share of peaceful days, such as those spent fishing at Luivano Island until the last rays of sun fell beneath the waves, and unpleasant ones, such as the time we got stranded at Balvege Island and struggled to keep each other warm. Each island bears such fond memories of my wife. Ah. So foolish I was back then, so focused on making more money. Once my wife passed, I realized my eyes were on the wrong prize this entire time. We spend countless years laughing, crying, and getting mad at our loved ones, but how much time do we actually spend expressing our love for them? {ChangeScene(Olvia_Bawoolro_1)}My dear Andria! With the sea as my witness, I confess once more to you today. You are my only love, Andria! I love you so... {ChangeScene(Olvia_Bawoolro_2)}You may think this a strange sight, or just an old man growing senile, but the length of your life will never be long enough to share every drop from the wellspring of love that flows within you. Let that young man hear my story. I hope it gets through to him, somehow. Maybe even inspire him to confess his love, as I do to my dear departed wife, with the sea as my witness.

I hope my story inspires that young man.

Why are you back? Did I not tell you to stop interfering with my pine time?!