Holding hands. Walking one alongside the other. The sand underneath our feet is impressed with the shape of our souls. The distance between us relies only in the footprints: one moment they’re there; a wave comes, they dissolve. I look at you and realize my eyes are widening, my heart is beating faster, I expect it will hack my chest, find its way out to get to you. I look at you and see sparkles in your eyes, as the first time I met you. You used to talk nonstop, or maybe that was me. You were so curious; I was as well. You were trying to get to me, so was I. At one moment, your hand on mine: all the fears and anxieties crumbled, they all at once disappeared at your touch.
Now some time has passed, we’re silently moving one with the other, not letting go of the other us, as two cells of water. We’re swinging as waves in the middle of that ocean, the one towards which your slowly walking, or floating, towards. The back of your hand touches the water for one second, the wave go forward, she wants to keep you to her, how wise is the sea. You run. You run to me. We take back with us all the memories together, as broken seashells on the seaside.
You, beautiful soul, stare at me and my pupils feel like shattered glasses.