Memory #2

I just want us to own another chance. Or a few more chances for you and me. Or lot of them. Just to re-affirm that we are dedicated to each other. We made us. You and I; we can't be separated. It's just a matter of time before this moment exploded and I need to re-assemble them back to their place.

I miss those time when we were alone. At the beaches. Slurping the breeze of the ocean. The touches of the wind that tingles. To breathe the same air as yours is something I would plant forever in the head.

And now the ocean is still there. But us is not.