Just remember. Remember all of those shy and small touches on your skin when you were reading your books on the couch. All of those quick looks at your closed eyes when you were sleeping between your summer blankets.
And if you can't remember, then keep in your mind who will do all these tiny things after me, after my blue love. Because I become just one of the many waves in an ocean, I come and go, come and go. I grab the sand trying to reach you again, trying to find you again, but I'm not able to brush you anymore.
So, my dream is over. I'll wait in the house surrounded by a forest near the sea.