I miss you.
It has been two years to the week since we were last together. To say I haven't thought of you would be a lie. I think of you often and lovingly.
I want nothing more than for you to wrap your warmth around me as your gentle waves lull me into a place that only you and I know.
Oh, how I long for that salty smell of you and the feel of your breath on my skin as you run your fingers through my hair.
To see you with others puts an ache in my heart. We agreed it would be better this way. But the bottom line, Gulf; I can't quit you.
They have kept us apart for now, but soon, we'll meet again.
P.S. Hopefully when I come back, I'll either have a new camera, or the timestamp set properly.