~Memories~

   Standing here on the beach, watching the sun setting very slowly. The warm breeze brushed my skin. My thick, long, dark hair danced in the wind, and as I looked at the ocean, I was mesmerized by the waves crashing in a sweet melody. The air-filled with the smell of salt, and the sand warmed my toes. As I close my eyes, a flash of the past appeared to me:

 

   It began at this place where I met him. My soul mate. He was the most amazing guy I ever met. His black hair, his light bronze skin, that smile that flash his white teeth, and his eyes, dark blue, are always filled with humor. I remember I was sitting here on the beach, looking at the sunset. As I was about to leave, I saw him standing a few feet away from me, bathed with the sunlight, his eyes were closed, his mouth was moving as if he was praying or saying an incantation. I was curious of what he was saying, and as if he read my thought, he opened his eyes and looked at me with a blush on his cheeks. "Nature is beautiful. Some people can't seem to see that," he said. Somehow, he was right. We got to know each other for months, and a year later, we fell in love. Another memory was one of my favorite. One day he took me out on a date and decided to take a walk on the beach. What broke my heart a little was that he wanted to go to the military. He noticed my sadness and grabbed my hand and said, "Hey, we will always be together. A part of you has been in my heart and to prove how much I love you," he kneeled in front of me, pulled out a ring, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my love. My soul mate. Will you marry me?" I began to cry. Tears of joy rushed down my cheeks. We got married at the same beach because it held our memories. Another memory was my worst. A few years later we spent our last night together because he just got accepted to go to the military. When he left, I cried but I was also happy. It's strange to say that I'm happy but he is doing something good. We write to each other all the time, until they immediately moved him to Iraq, for they needed more men there. I prayed everyday and every night. Keep my husband safe. Then one day, there was a knock on my door. It was one of my husband friends. He wore his military uniform and a letter on his hand. I looked at him and noticed the concern in his eyes, his lips trembled and somehow I knew. He told me that my husband was injured and died of his wounds. That teared my heart to shreds. I cried and cried until I could cry no more. You promised to be with me...You promised...that we would be together no matter what.... Why?... I need you in my life. Don't leave. His friend gave me the letter, telling me that my husband wanted to send this to me. He wanted to write his last words before he died. He wrote:

 

"I know that this isn't a long letter but I wanted you to know that I love you, and that you will always be in my heart. I know I haven't accomplish my promise but I cherished everyday that we spent together. But God will always be with you, watch you, love you, and take care of you. Do not cry, always smile, for in further time, we will see each other soon, and fall in love again. I love you.

 

   I will always cherish those memories...Always. As the sun poured it's light on me, I feel as if the light revived me. I realized that nature is beautiful. A small hand grabbed mines. I looked down, and a little boy was standing there, with his eyes closed and muttered a prayer. He opened them and stared at me with those dark blue eyes and said, "Mommy, did Daddy love me?" I gave a light squeeze on his hand and replied with a smile and a tear,"Yes, Daddy loves you very much." He smiled and whispered up to the heavens, "I love you too, Daddy," and we began to walk home.

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[esperanza]

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