Longing Love.

I fell in love in the most innocent place: the beach.
In the place where everyone leaves their problems across the street, and where the salt of the sea replaces the one from our tears.
In the place where kids forget what being clean is, and sand becomes both a relief and a headache.
I fell in love in the place where the hard rock of the city gets replaced by the orchestra of the sea.
In the place where blue and green fight like children for protagonism, and white is the calming mother between the two.
In that place where you can just sit and give in to the sun and breeze; where no matter what you do, both your mind and body will be cleansed.
I fell in love where our skins get kissed instead of our lips, and where hopes and dreams are renewed.
Honey, I have fallen in love with you the same way the sea fell in love with the sand: every time they touch, it breaks; but it will never stop coming back.