The blurry and deep sea surface was illuminated on one side by a huge cruise ship. It docked on the distant shore. The ship's hull seemed to be still and there was no sound. There was only the sound of waves lapping in the port and the gentle moan of the late summer wind that had not receded.
I don't know when he suddenly stopped talking. With his back against the railing, he turned to look at me and said, "It must smell like raspberries." Then he proudly turned back to look at the tall buildings on the other side. In the quiet moments between each other, time flows quietly between us. Behind us are people running for exercise at night, bringing with them bursts of light wind. A year of separation seemed to have been folded up and stuffed into a deep box, and the fragments of my thoughts that I missed day and night suddenly lost their signal, getting further and further away from me, and I was unable to express a single word to him.
As long as he's by my side. I'm thinking...
Purpose: We don't have to be perfect, but we are complete with you.