"I thought I might find you here," Lina said, her voice barely rising above the crashing waves. "Whenever this song plays on the radio, I think of this pier."
As the last light faded, Tomas stood up and reached out a hand. "I don't want to be an anchor anymore, Lina. I want to be the sail." "I thought I might find you here," Lina
Tomas pulled out one earbud and offered it to her. She sat down, the space between them charged with years of unspoken words. As the acoustic guitar strummed through the wire, the lyrics filled the silence: a promise of devotion, a celebration of a girl who meant the world. " Lina said