The crash of waves. The tang of salt in the air. The chatter of distant gulls that cannot drown the rhythmic beating of my heart. The day is hot, but your hand is cool as it lays in mine, your touch reassuring as we chase the horizon one step at a time. In but an hour the footprints we leave in our wake will vanish, never to return. But our love will endure until the oceans themselves are dust.
For you are mine, and I am yours. Forever.
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Menagerie: A BWWM Picture Collection
RomanceA collection of BWWM pictures paired with stories of 200 words or less. Picture submissions and ideas are welcome.