e sat there next to each other watching the waves rise and then fall. It felt like the sea has a life of its own and the waves were her breathing.
Our shoulders were brushing as if they are whispering to each other; updating everything that had happened during the years of separation.
Yes! I was sitting with my first love, after almost a decade’s separation. Our paths had changed, but love always remained.
The beauty about love is that it will always be the same, only the form and texture differs. It like the water which adapts to fits into anything and takes the color of the vessel in which it is stored.
And, we cherished the moment as if we were 16 year old again!