I have a memory*.
I'm walking on a beach, barefoot, in the dark. I'm holding hands with my sweetheart. Walking and talking. Mostly just walking.
The cold water laps at our feet. The sand wriggles out from under me each time the water retreats. My feet feel gritty. There is a warm breeze gently blowing my hair in my face, so that I'm forever brushing it back, trying to tuck it behind my ears.
His hand is gentle, and strong. His voice is comforting. I can't remember the words.
He turns and holds me in his arms, and I feel safe - more safe than I ever have. And home. I feel home.
(*Oh. Funny thing. This never happened. It just hit me, came rushing at me from nowhere. But I really don't think it ever happened. Maybe someday...)