You’ll forever be my love, no matter what I’m doing right now for living.
I don’t see you very often, but the picture of you will always be in my mind, the sound of you will always lingers in my ears, the touch of you will always be on my skin.
Once, people called me crazy by choosing you.
Now people call me crazy by leaving you.
They don’t get it.
Truth is, I never left.
Dear ocean, I’ll come to see you again one day.
To see you in the horizon.
To hear your waves splash.
To touch your sand, your water, your windy air and your saltiness.
Because being away from ‘home’ doesn’t always mean you leave ‘home’.