I long for a place, a place that is dark, quiet, and calm. I crave to hear the waves crash. I wish to feel the frigid wind to wrap around us like a blanket. Keeping us safe in that moment on the sandy banks. As we are engulfed by each other's presence. Close but not touching. Feeling together but so distant. We hang onto whatever we have left. But not each other. If we do, we're attached and we will never be separated.   So that's why we turned around and went separate ways. Because we were scared of the feelings we had. I long for this place. I crave you. I wish, only for you.