Remember that night by the ocean when we were both standing and staring at the vastness that lay before us, strangely content in each other’s presence.
The ocean sparkling in moonlight as if it was filled with glitter. The dark sky with millions of twinkling stars beautiful, but fading in comparison to the moon.
I could feel the damp and cold sand on the soles of my feet and in between my toes. The cold wind touching my bare shoulders and playing with our hair. And then you quietly slipped your hand in mine. Just like you had entered my life, quietly and softly. With great care and concern made a space for yourself in my heart decorated it with memories and photographs we shared and will cherish forever.
And we kept staring at nothing and everything in front of us. Our world was a blur, out of focus. Our only focus was our hands touching caressing each others. And I might have looked calm but my heart was hammering in my chest. In that moment I felt one with the ocean. Calm and chaotic at the same time.
You were caressing my hand with your thumb and for the first time ever in my meaningless existence I felt brave, bold and beautiful all at once.
And the words tumbled out before I could stop it and I am sure I ruined a perfectly good moment,
“I love you to the moon and back.”
You were silent and I could hear the waves crashing into the rocks. And I wanted you to say something, anything.
But my nerves got in the way and I took off like a freight train,” Okay. So I read this somewhere… everyday the heart creates enough energy to drive a truck for 20 miles . In a life time that’s equal to driving to the moon and back .
So when I tell you I love you to the moon and back I am telling you I will love you with all the blood my heart pumps my lifetime whole life.”
And you looked at me and said, “well then I love you to the moon and back as well. ” and we went back to staring the horizon somehow feeling closer than ever.
Pic by Weird world