People Like Ocean

We met... though, who am I kidding? I'd love to create this amazing story about the first time I saw him, feeling dizzy, catching a scent, and a soft touch, lost in a trance forever... but, sadly, that's not true. The ocean has always been a big part of my life! I grew up in a town by the ocean: unafraid of storms, friends with seagulls, strolling lazily along the shore. When I was about ten, I wondered how people live without the ocean. Some cities don't even have it! That idea gave me chills; that kind of life is definitely not for me!

But as time went on, I got older, and the small coastal town started to feel too tight. So, thirteen years ago, I moved to the city, away from the sound of the waves. I thought I wouldn't miss it. Waves? No big deal. Not all love stories have happy endings; sometimes, for the sake of happiness, you have to say goodbye to love. Could I do it? I won't say. But the ocean definitely said goodbye to me. Now we're friends, no hard feelings. Once a year, we meet for coffee, and sometimes, when there's no one else around, we share secrets. In those moments, I feel like a naive girl blushing at whispers, but then a strange fear of the deep ocean stories makes me not trust its embrace (what if I drown?) Now, I don't admit that despite the distance, I often wake up at night, remembering the taste of his salty lips.

It's kind of the same with people...