untitled.

“Would a love like the ocean satisfy you?” he whispered into

the darkness between them.

“Yes,” she replied with clear certainty.

“A romantic disillusion, darling,” he said. “The ocean is a vast emptiness - merciless rough waters of changing currents and dangerous black mystery beneath its deceiving surface.”

“Yes, nonetheless,” she insisted, reaching across the sheets to intertwine his fingers with hers.

“Its waves always return to the shore.”

- N. M. Shami -