Sea you

I had a lover who lived by the sea. In fact he was the whole ocean. His kisses would leave salt on my tongue and when our hands met, he would leave mine wrinkled the same way a long bath did. I always thought it was charming. When we slept together and my head rested against his chest, I would hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore, where I should have heard a heartbeat.

My lover and I met when we were young and ready for love. He was intelligent and passionate and we spent our days walking along breezy beaches. He was strange in many ways, this I always knew. His gaze was constantly eager to find something that seemed missing in him. He felt at home on the sea shore, and I had started to as well.

He always had me perplexed but he was mystical and his light kept me warm. We married young and on our first night he carried me into the doorway of our first home together and there I knew he had my whole heart. On our first anniversary he made me a seashell necklace and I found him most enamored with me when I wore it. 


The signs were always there but I had found a home in him I knew I would not find again. Our years were filled with laughter as well as uproars. They were both delightful yet difficult. His waters could be calm and gentle but were immense at the same time. His rage resembled storms, the kind sailors would glorified after surviving. He was deep blue just like his eyes, in which I swear I saw waves if I looked long enough.

My lover was most content by the ocean. The smell of the sea thrilled him so much that he wanted to take it in, in amounts that could have intoxicated him. We spent days and nights on the beach laying on the shore and watching the stars. My lover would had lived there, and then, if he could have. I would have too.

When moments in life felt too heavy for my chest to bare, he would tell me that if the ocean could change its waves after a low tide, so could I. He was healing, my lover, the way the salt water healed wounds, although it burned, he restored me in ways I had never known possible. Sometimes I felt like I was drowning, it felt like I couldn’t look at my lover and breathe at the same time, and when I swam up for air, he would cradle me in his arms and rock me like a buoy would, swaying in the water.

Tiny grains of sand had found a home in every corner of our house. Sometimes I thought his skin was made of it. One night I woke to find him staring at the currents through our window and I knew a storm was brewing. I asked my lover how long he would love me for. He said his whole life and lifetimes more “And in that other life, there will be no distance between us, we will blossom together," he told me. At last my lover left me but I can't say I was surprised.

I miss his salty kisses and there are many nights I ache for the comfort of him. When I take long walks on the beach and the water gently tickles my feet, I feel him all around me. Sometimes I can hear my lover whispering softly in my ear “I hope I sea you again someday my dear.”