Love was the word you searched for—not a metaphor, a look, an action, or an emotion. Love was the air you breathed and the smile you flashed so often. Love was the colour you knew, the beat of your heart, and the life of your breathing. The rise and fall of your chest, beating and sinking, losing and finding. You never thought you would find it, but you knew its absence would leave a hole in you that no one could fill. And in a moment when the sun shone so brightly that you felt its glow spread over you, the only thing you knew for sure was that you would have to go on living.
I knew that one day this love would find me and bring us together again. The wind says there is always time to tell a tale and more than one way to weave it. You'll recognize the wounded by their smile. They are the ones who keep you going, who keep you sane, and who will keep you secure.
I needed the tears of my love to speak, touching her lips to tell me all the quiet secrets. Maybe if we learn to listen again, we'll find the words that lead us back home to the heart of our own story and find the meaning in our scars from what was once said but never heard.
I listened to the wind and the waves for the voice that was my lover's, forever calling me from the bottom of the sea. It's been an eternity, but you still hear the calls, and they come looking for you. Maybe they haven't found you yet, and they never will. But they still remember.
One message is a story, another is a declaration, and yet another is forever waiting for discovery. Was it an erratic note or a shattered heart I saw floating in the vast expanse that separates us as I washed back out to sea?