Because love, she realized, doesn’t end where the waves begin. It drifts, it transforms, it returns — just like the tide.
💫 Moral of the Story
True love doesn’t vanish — it changes form.
Loss may take away what we can touch, but never what we can feel.
Sometimes the ocean keeps our pain just long enough to return it washed clean — not as sorrow, but as strength. And sometimes, when we stop searching for what we’ve lost… love finds its way back, carried quietly by the tide. 🌊💔🐾
