I squat down to find some shells, and the water hits my feet.
I smile and wriggle my toes in the warm water.
I let my sandy fingers spread across the bubbly surface of the water.
The light blue waters, wash the sand off my fingers,
sending a tingly feeling underneath my skin.

I watch as the water pulls back, and look to the edge of the water.
The water a light blue, slowly turning darker the farther you look out.
I step a little closer, letting the waves bury my feet.
My finger tips feel the water pass under them
as they reach a stopping point behind me and pull back again.

I love the water, and I can still feel it against my skin when it leaves.
I hate it when the water leaves, but it always comes back.
I always feels like the water is talking to me in some way.
Call me crazy, but the water just sends me these vibes.

The way the water compliments the sand makes me happy.
It's like the water can do anything and everything.
I want to do the same.

The water lives freely, and holds many secrets.
It whispers to me many of the things the wind has told him.
The water is apart of me,
it sends waves of support through me,
like if I were it's special child.

It lets me in.

I stand up and walk in waist deep, a wide smile on my face.
The water is warm, and I play with it, as it plays with me.
I tap my fingers on the surface, like if I were playing a piano.
I watch the ripples sending off from the contact
between my fingertips and the surface.

The way the water reacts to my touches is satisfying.
I love the feeling of the water touching my skin.
I move my hands under water,
feeling the water resisting against my skin.
The way the water interacts with me makes me giggle.

Her voice calls out my name,
as I have gotten lost in my second home.
That's right, I came here with her,
and I was supposed to be looking for shells.

I turn my head to her voice,
and smile when I set eyes on her.
She had been placing shells on their sand castle.

"Come play with me!"
I bunny hop up and down in place,
my body turned to her direction.
I see her sigh and stand up.

"Faster! Come on!"
I call out.
I still hop up and down in place,
like a child,
letting the water lift me up and down.

"I'm coming!"
She walks into the water.
The water comes close to her waist as well.
"I'm here."
She splashes me.

"Hey!"
I splash her back and giggle.
I jump on her,
legs wrapping around her waist,
arms around her neck,
head resting on her shoulder.

I giggle.

I feel her arms hold me up,
and it gives me the same tingly feeling the water does.
I love the feeling of her touches.
I pull my head back and smile at her.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She pecks me on the lips.

When her lips met mine, my lips had a tingly feeling,
like the tingly feeling the waters leave underneath my skin,
or her touches.

This feels stronger than the other ones.
It feels like a different touch.

Not the one left by the water,
when the water whispers to me,
interacts with me.

Not the one left by her hands,
when they gently care for me
and support me.

It's the one feeling of love, flowing through my blood.
My skin tingles with the touch of love.
It started at my lips, and spread throughout my body.
Strongest in my lips.

The touch of her lips
not only gave me a tingly feeling of love
underneath my skin,
but also happiness, care, support, and whispers.
And it's all meant for me.

Maybe this new love can be the waves to my ocean.
The voice that tell me all the secrets of the world.
The hands that caress my skin, leaving me with the chills.
The one that make me feel special.

Just maybe, this new love can be the one to let me in.
To let me live freely like the ocean in my blood.
To be a part of me, support me, make me happy.
To make me feel at home,
Or more so,

Be my home.