Restless tides of love

As I wandered along the vast, unbroken shore, where the restless tide whispered secrets to the wind, my gaze fell upon a couple seated amidst the golden sands. They were but two small figures against the grandeur of the sea, yet in their closeness, in the tender way their hands wove together like the intertwining of the dunes, there was something as eternal as the ocean itself. Love, I thought, is not a sudden tempest, nor a towering wave that crashes upon the shore and disappears, but rather the careful gathering of moments, like the countless grains of sand beneath them. Each shared glance, each whispered word, each gentle touch—these are the minute particles that, over time, form the vast and unshakable landscape of devotion.