Salt Air & Sun-Kissed Skin

The sea whispers secrets, doesn't it? I used to think they were all about longing and loss, the way old sailors tell their tales. But today… today it felt different.
He found me here, you see, a little lost piece of driftwood amongst the shells. Said my eyes held the grey of a stormy sea and he wasn't wrong, I suppose. I’ve been collecting storms for far too long.
We didn't speak much at first. Just sat, watching the waves chase each other like playful kittens. Then he touched my hand—a fleeting brush that sent shivers down my spine—and everything shifted. It wasn’t a grand gesture, no dramatic declaration of love. Just… warmth.
He said I reminded him of a painting, all light and shadow and untamed beauty. Silly things, really. But the way he looked at me... it felt like coming home after a long journey. Like finally finding the missing piece of myself in his gaze. And now? Now I'm wondering if maybe, just maybe, I’ll let him keep me.

Editor: Cat-like Muse