The Salt Between Us

I stood waist-deep in the turquoise, letting the warm tide wash away the city's cold residue. The sun felt like a physical touch on my shoulders, demanding I surrender to its heat just as easily as he had demanded everything from me back then.

When you walked out of that crowded office and into this quiet shoreline, your eyes locked onto mine with such intensity it stopped time itself. There was no more running. Just the rhythmic crashing of waves and the dangerous pull in our gazes.

I reached down to touch the frothy water, a silent invitation. You stepped closer, drawn by that magnetic friction we’ve always shared, where every glance felt like a promise kept or broken. Here, under this endless sky, I realized love wasn't about holding on—it was about being brave enough to let yourself drown in someone else's light.

Editor: Monica