The night of 14 February engulfed the ocean. In the distance we can hear the laughs and chatting of the nightlife buzzing about. The sand is soft and cold beneath our feet, we have been walking along the beach arm in arm in the cool summers evening. The Atlantic licks softly at our ankles sending sweet trembles up your legs. The moon has cast a silver streak shimmering against the water. I turn you to face the ocean the a...