Some people are easy to love, like steady waters. And that’s because I know what it’s like to love a tornado, I know what it’s like to love a storm. To weather it. It teaches you virtues. And then some people are difficult to love – not because they are not lovable, but because they do not want to be loved & because they do not think they are deserving of it.
But I love you, I love us & the idea of whatever forever implies. The idea of turquoise seas & full moons, & unspoken words trapped in a cocoon. The idea of night lights & sea breezes, & of the way your heartbeat echoes & my thoughts seize, static & then dizzyingly upbeat. I love the calm of the night.
We went ashore, our feet plastered from the paste the soft water & fine sand made. We laid the raffia mats and swung our heads to the rhythm of the sea. I stared at you while you stared into the night. I wondered what you were searching for until I saw your pupils dilate as you watched the waves morph until they retired. You wanted to take this landscape away with you. I didn’t blame you for such an extravagant choice – I wanted the same thing. Because sometimes, you want to just exist, like the universe.
Amidst this ambience, I fall into myself. I wonder if this would last even after dawn. Cause I know the Sun. It sets fire to everything in its wake & may send our already burning love exploding like The Big Bang. So I have to worry about those beautiful wings that don you so gracefully, I worry you may scar like Icarus. But I promise I’ll collect the ashes if I have to. Store it in the finest urns if I have to. Not if you want or need me to. I’d nurture it, until you rise from the ashes like the Phoenix that you are. Me? Don’t worry about me. I’ve got an elastic heart.
But right now, we think & we drink. Readying our hearts for the mission of conquer or defeat – the realization that love, in the grand scheme of things, is ultimate, the inevitability that love takes a piece of you wherever you go. We readied our minds & wandered.
“Penny for your thoughts,” you yield.
“A thousand times, I’m good.” I plead.
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This is very sweet and lovely .