I wait for that perfect moment when he holds me in his arms. But his true feelings for me are buried as his mind craves the love of another. We're distant but close enough to feel the warmth of the love between us. His love for me is drifting - drifting with the ocean. His words faint to my ears, and his touch non existant. He is pulling away from me. I can feel it. My love he has taken is deep beneath the ocean that seperates us.
Lost and suffocating...the love has perished.
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