Shores

She was the Sea.

Unsteady. Never-ending. Turbulent.

He was the Shore.

Calm. Composed. Sorted.

He was her reason.

To come back again and again.

To hold on and let go.

All at once.

Never together. Never apart.

Some love stories live forever.

~ Suranya

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