His Story (Part 4)

I’m so nervous walking here beside you, I can’t speak and hardly notice the postcard sunset at the edge of the ocean.

I had intended to keep my hands to myself and just talk to you as we’d done so easily on the phone, but my need to hold you is too great, and I know I will fail at both.

Standing now, face to face, you reach out your hand and trace my lips, silently promising kisses beyond my wildest dreams.

I am so attracted to you, to your words, to your thoughts, and at this moment to your eyes, filled with their own light as the sun fades.

Unable to wait another second, I brush a few stray strands of hair from your eyes, and I cup your face in my hands, but then something touches my feet.

With one surprised shout, you are laughing and pulling me by both hands, as we splash through the unexpected wave to higher ground, where you place my hands on your waist and lace your fingers around the back of my neck, still smiling.

Writing about life and love, along with a few crazy stories just for fun.

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