I remember those walks on the beach, the gentle waves lapping on to your feet; some of them trying to get on your knees, some of them too shy breaking away in the distance; that one big one who drenched you completely! the tears not ‘cause your cried but the salty water irritating your eyes, I gently rubbed away your tears with my handkerchief, then I saw that expression in those deep eyes, deeper than the seas: were you really trying to tell me something, which had no words so you extended yours hands but before I could hold them, you tucked them away into the depths of your wet pockets; never to give them to me ever again...