Promise's

Promises

Three weeks into talking to you.

You made a promise.

To take me to the beach at night.

Walk down the beach, feeling the sand creep between my toes, the wind lifting up my hair, listening to the loud, rough, yet very soothing and relaxing sound of the ocean waves folding over one another then crashing down. With the moonlight shining over us, you can smell the freedom, love, peace, and happiness in the hard, smooth, slightly cold breeze as it brushes past us.

Laying down on down on the cold, slightly wet sand, as it continues to creep through the rest of our bodies.

Looking up at the dimly lit sky, lightened by each individual star and the round bright yellow-white moon. Looking at each other, looking into each other's eyes, our dreamy, sparkling eyes.

Feeling the sparks light up all through my body as you reach you hand over to mine holding it tight, your warm, soft hands.

The warmth of your body as you slightly move closer to mine. Bodies against bodies, soon to be lips against lips.

You made the promise, and you made me feel free for the first time in forever.