I want to be awkward in your presence because my heart is beating so loudly that it’s the only thing I can think about.
I want to sit on the beach with you at dusk, while the wind ripples through my hair, as I gaze at the back of your neck longingly.
I want you to tell me that I make you feel wild inside, as if there were a stampede of horses running through you, and that you can’t go another day living your life any other way.
Instead, we separate once again — leaving nothing but sea and time between us. Our words are hollow and far between.
Until we meet again.