Clandestine

There are things that's better left written in the sand and washed off by the waves. Actions that speak louder than words, raging like a storm in the middle of summer. Emotions that are buried deep within our hearts as footprints on the shores, vanished into the waters of the dark, secretive sea. The moments of yesterday will be the what-ifs of tomorrow. Only the moon sees the illicit meetings, and the wind hears the unspoken goodbyes.

Until I write this book.

Clandestine. It meant something that had been done secretively. The journey of forbidden hope and unfavorable faith.