It was an amazing experience to be with you. You’re never leaving. You’ve left your undying scent in the ocean where ships will rock back and forth on, through the day and night, birds will float on, sea animals and people to swim in, and me to live by by the seashore as we had planned before. I’ll be breathing in you.
Not much soft voices. Always the banters. I don’t understand why society has changed so much in their attitude. Why can’t the society be more like the 50’s: lovey-dovey, soft voices, quaint, respectful and in return, respected, friendly…the list goes on.