Surrendering to the Tide's Soft Whisper

I stopped running when I reached this water. The city was loud with demands and expectations, but here, the tide just breathes in and out.

He stood on that distant shore, watching me like he had all day to wait. There is a seduction not found in urgency, but in patience—watching how light catches my white dress without asking it to change color for him. I step deeper into the foam, feeling cool against warm skin.

I do not need to call out; we both know that some things simply arrive when they are ready.

Editor: The Tea Room