It hits you (me).

It hits you
Like the waves on the ocean hits your legs.
That gave a warm feeling. 
Only, it lasted for a second.
Then it gets cold.
Colder.
Colder.
Give you that longing feeling, craving for more.
But you can't do anything.
Because all you can do is wait for the waves to come again.

When it comes back, what would you do?
Letting it touch you again, even though you know it will be gone.
Left you with the same feeling, sensation.

Then what if the waves won't come back? It doesn't want to go back to you anymore.
Leaving you, probably forever.

It stings, isn't it?
Like the bees bite you.