The sun was steady in the sky, as though it would never fall. Its heat radiated through the hours of day, sinking deep into their exposed skin. Conversely, the ocean air was refreshingly cool and when he kissed her, he tasted its saltiness on her pursed lips. It seemed like they had spent lifetimes on the shore, gazing dotingly over each other, wrapped in rapture and beach towels.
But she was as difficult to grasp as the sand, somehow always managing to slip through the tiny gaps in his fingers. Eventually, he realized that if he were to capture her, it would be like the conch possesses the sound of crashing waves. He would need to internalize her beauty and emanate her splendor; he would be the conch and she would be the sea. Then when she rests her head on his chest, her ear pressed to his frame, she would hear her own heart beating within him. A lovely melody in harmony, a trick of the mind aligning with her most sincere desires. Ultimately, it would allow her to see that she has always been loved; all she needed to do was listen closely to the hollow of his heartbeat to understand that she was meant to fill that void.
The sun was steady in the sky, as though it would never fall; but all things are meant to fall and even the bold sun eventually plummets into the rich depths of the night. But this is no reason to mourn; the sun is always reborn in the wake of the night. Its luster reflected off of the pale moon, two sides entwined around one world.
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