When the Coastline

Your laugh carried in the salt-kissed air,

the kind that pulled the tide closer

just to hear it again.

We walked like the day belonged to us

sand clinging to our ankles,

hands locked in a language only we understood.

The sun bent low,

painting us in a gold that felt older than time.

Every step was a promise,

every glance an unspoken dare

to stay here,

to keep choosing this

even when the seasons turned.

And then

as the sky shifted from fire to deep velvet,

something changed.

It wasn’t the light,

or the sound of the waves breaking

it was us.

That quiet click inside the soul

when you realize

this isn’t just a chapter.

It’s the whole story,

and it’s still being written

with every breath you take beside me.

In that moment,

the world didn’t need to shrink to fit us

we expanded to hold it all.

And somehow,

even the ocean seemed smaller

than what I felt for you.