Today is perfect, and I use that word in lack of a better one. My hand is resting comfortably on your thigh and I can hear your soft breathing against my neck. I contest that in no way my shoulder can provide much if any comfort, yet you rest quietly. The waves lap against the shore and the sunlight serves as nothing more then to accentuate the glow of your skin and the spark in your eyes. As you slowly drift into slumber, I contemplate counting every last grain of sand because forever and perfect is merely only a time and place with you.
Now I wish this was all I had to tell. This moment is one of countless others I have stashed within my mind under lock and key. I will not dwell on the melancholy outcome that fate so willingly laid out for us. I would much rather focus on the "before" rather then the "after". Lost in these thoughts I fail to notice not only how short my cigarette has gotten, but also the screaming kettle of tea in my apartment. I proceed to toss it over the balcony and walk briskly inside. It only seems like yesterday that the sound of your voice sent echoes through these hallways, coated in a soothing tone. Whispering, laughing, and sneaking its way into my heart. I remember how much you would badger me about the tobacco and my health. All the times you told me not to track in mud with my shoes after work and how you would call me in the middle of the day just to say I was on your mind. "I miss you" is a phrase that does the feeling I now have a grave injustice. I long for you to return to me, and the bitter taste of this tea along with the silence only proves that I am a fool to hope for such impossibilities.
Now like I previously mentioned I would much rather focus this on the memories I have held close to me for so many years only because these and only these can tell our story. Our story is what many would call tragic. The first time I saw you nothing crossed my mind. I had no way to measure the width or depth of the raw extension of my feelings towards you. I saw only a pretty face behind a body that only the blind could fail to appreciate. I can never forget that day & honestly I'd be lying through my teeth if I said it was purely due to your appearance. You were on the very end of that pier, standing quite far actually from any fishing poles. I approached slowly, and when I first came near I thought that I was the reason that you fell forty feet from the railing on that early Sunday morning. I was wrong though and it was not until after you were dry & you had stopped shaking did I learn otherwise. I did not see the faint shimmer of the earrings slipping from your grasp and plummeting to the abyss. The moment in itself was like a cinematic experience. While at the time I did not know who you were or why I was so entranced, but later it remained evident that when I dove off the side of that pier there was not a drop of hesitancy present. I never really saw myself as much of a hero in the aspect or sense that I never really went out of my way to risk my life for someone else's. Right then and there it was not about being the hero, I was just trying to save you. The title that came along with such an act was irrelevant and frivolous in my opinion. I only wanted to see you smiling and a little less soaked.
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