Salt on Your Skin
Nova Rai · Nowhere to Be, 7 of 10

The story
One summer evening on a lake terrace I watched an old couple across the restaurant. His hand found her wrist like coming home, the lake still on her shoulders, red wine between them. I didn't know their story and I didn't need to. I only wondered if I would ever have a love that wears that well. The love that lasts is not the one without salt; it is the one that keeps tasting it.