This story is for the ones who still feel something when they look at the sea.
For anyone who's ever whispered, "Remember me," into the dark.
For those of you who've waited—and maybe are still waiting—for a kind of love that doesn't demand... only longs.
If you've made it this far—thank you.
Your presence means more than you know.
If this story stayed with you, even a little...
Raise your hand back.
I'll be watching from the waves.