Warm sun, salty air, and that perfect breeze that plays with my hair like it has a mind of its own. βοΈβ¨ It whispers against my skin, cool and tempting, making every moment feel like a soft embrace. Standing there, eyes closed, letting the wind carry away every thoughtβ¦ except one. If you were here, would you hold me tighter or let the breeze do its work? ππ