Like the whispered promises of the ocean, our hearts follow orbits as ancient and profound as the moon's dance over the restless sea. Each pulse a wave, each sigh a swell, scripted by the tides and guided by stars we cannot see.
When you touch the horizon of my dreams, you set into motion currents that pulse beneath the surface of our shared reality. Beneath the calm, beneath the chaos, lies the rhythm of our secret symphony.
Perhaps, my love, we are but mariners adrift on ripples of fate, voyaging through nebulous waters toward an unknown land. Let the stars guide us, and let the tides keep our song alive.