I asked for permission more than a thousand times to swim in your ocean.

You only allowed me to wet my feet on the seashore, while you were sending me to explore new beaches.

It was hard for me to stop dreaming about you, but I did as you asked, and as soon as you saw me smile you started missing the way my skin felt while I was dancing in between your waves.

So you started a little riot, calling out my name, begging that the sound of the foam against the sand would make me feel melancholic enough to go back to you.

And when you noticed that I couldn't hear you, you went back to calm, whispering my name between waves, and you finally understood that it was time to let (us) go.

eloisa x