Lonely walk along a beautiful beach

Sunset

A lonely walk along a beautiful sandy beach, as the sun sets. The sky is alight with vibrant oranges and pinks, the sea glimmering below. Waves ripple gently over the sand breaking the silence. I wish your hand were in mine as we wander, barefoot, the cool evening breeze refreshing after a warm day.

Writing in the sand

Suddenly I stop. I’ve spied a perfect stick for etching in the sand. I draw a heart and carefully carve our initials beside it. When I’m done I imagine pulling you into my arms and kissing you gently on the lips. You moan softly as you return my kiss, our arms tightly wrapped around each other.

We sink down onto the sand and sit, facing the sea. You lean against me, resting your head against my shoulder. I draw you even closer to me with my arm around you, as we watch the sun slowly sinking in the sky. Everything about you is so precious.

“I love you.”

You smile and whisper the words back to me. I turn to look at you, and brush some stray hair out of your eyes.

Inner turmoil

Your gaze drops.

I place my hand under your chin and gently raise your head so your eyes meet mine.

“What’s the matter?” I ask softly. I notice the glistening of tears that refuse to fall. You’re struggling to find words as you try to push it down, as always. I gently pull you closer again and you rest your head against me, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You don’t need to say anything. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Home

I can feel you relax against me as you temporarily accept my words. I kiss the top of your head and you raise your mouth towards mine again. The union is so tender, so full of love. It sends waves of electricity through both of us. No one else has ever felt so right against my lips, no one else so welcome in my arms.

It must be this magic that spurs artists to paint, musicians to compose, authors to pen masterpieces.

“I love you,” I whisper again. Three simple words somehow don’t seem enough.

“I love you too,” I hear you say, and we sink back into our moment, that no storm nor fire could ever pull us away from.

We are home. In each other’s arms.

The sun sets

There’s comfort in predictability. A new day will always come.

I miss the precious and beautiful moments we’ll never have.

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