Every day she passed by this spot, and every day she remembered. She recalled the smooth, cold hardness of each stone as it passed from her hand to rest on top of the rock underneath it. The cold that matched the icy blackness that had taken over her heart.
He was never coming back.
She would pass by this place every day, and one day time and weather would make this cold little pile of rocks collapse and become indistinguishable from the rest of the beach on which it lay.
Maybe then she would finally be able to move on.
Until then … “I love and miss you,” she thought.