The sea teaches patience — love leaves, returns, transforms, yet remains. For what is written in eternity never drifts away.
The ocean never forgets. Every wave that leaves returns with a memory, carrying home what was never truly lost.
Beneath the same moonlit sky, two souls remember what the world forgot — that love was never lost, only waiting to return in its own divine time.
Distance was never a wall — only a bridge built in silence. Between the stars and the tide, two souls are learning the art of becoming.
There are tides that carry not just the sea, but memory — the quiet pull of what was once loved, returning to remind the heart how to feel again.
There are moments when silence feels like recognition — when the tide remembers what time has forgotten, and love drifts quietly between lifetimes, waiting to be found again.
