She was the definition of summer: salt in her hair, sun on her skin, and radiance in her eyes. She tasted like warmth, moved like the sea, and her laughter echoed through your body like wind chimes on a breezy day. I wanted nothing more than to call her mine, but unfortunately, I couldn’t do that. She was the universe in motion. And I, well I, was just merely a grain of sand that she would run across, before diving deep into the ocean blue, swimming and fading into the horizon, along with the sun. Maybe that’s why I love sunsets so much - I’m secretly wishing that I’ll see a glimmer of her appear in them again.