Based off of the song "The Saltwater Room" by Owl City. It's basically pure fluff.
Time together is just never quite enough
When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time, only time
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time
She picks up a conch shell and offers it to me.
"I've always thought shells were made of magic," she confesses with a small giggle.
I take the shell and hold it to my ear, listening to the familiar sound of waves softly crashing into the shore.
She can tell that I'm in love with the ocean, and it makes her smile.
I lay back on the bed of sand on which I was sitting, letting the warm caress my toes.
She falls back as well, and there we lie, talking and listening to the waves break.
We've never had conversations like this before.
I'm aware of her every movement, unable to relax.
Yet, I've never been more comfortable.
I look at her, not expecting that she's been looking up at me, too.
I take her hand in mine and watch a pale blush tint her cheeks.
She asks me what would happen if we were to fall in love.
I tell her I think we already have.