Could this be?

We wanted to feel that way again, but as I held his hand on that beach, we knew it would never happen. The time that had gone by changed nothing. We could not go back, because we never moved forward, we were still there, on that beach like we are on this one. I moved the hair parted on the scar the Tsunami left on him, a permanent mark that will always haunt me as the moment I lost him, and he has told it is was his herring mark, but he couldn't recall the girl in the water. It was getting chilly, and he tucked me in his jacket like he used to. "I love you,"the words slipped out of his mouth as I moved the hair past those gorgeous hazel green eyes, the flakes sparkling, a little withered, fully there, really there. I kissed him in response.