Back to Me

The ocean roared, and I let it pull at me, my toes sinking into the wet sand, salt stinging my eyes, the weight of every worry, every fear, every unsaid word pressing down like it could drown me.

And then his hand was there, steady and warm, pulling me back from the edge, reminding me of a time when he could save me from everything.

But some hearts don't return the way we hope, no matter how fast we run, no matter how far we'd cross oceans.

Still, I cling, like tides chasing the shore, waiting for him to come back to me, wishing he could see me the way I've never stopped seeing him, even if it's only in my own dreams.