How she remembered it ...

"Sitting on the shelf of the world; I could feel the ocean pulling me in. I dipped my toe into the vast blue equanimity and shivered with the shock of the temperature battling the warmth of my blood. As I stared off at the almost hot California October, I felt the pressure of sight pressing upon the back of my neck. I turned to see him there staring at me. I turned back around almost embarrassed for having seen him looking at me when usually the opposite seems to be the truth. He sums up my form, the same form that he has learned to manipulate, love, and fuse with. At moments like these, my usual response is one of sarcasm or wit; however, I am thoroughly dumbstruck and awed by the intensity of his gaze.


I feel as if he is coming to a decision or a conclusion. I feel as if he needs me to stand still with my mouth silent. I give in to this for there must be a reason why he has not spoken yet. There must be a reason why he has not looked away. He brushes his dark curls from his eyes and smiles. “Let’s go home.” He whispers as he reluctantly peels himself off the rocks facing our ocean. I am in love.


I realize love the moment he walked away. I coveted the meaning of that gaze. I coveted the moment that I was all he was wrapped around. There were no Computer Programers, iphones, ipods, imacs…there was just i. He was neither distant nor appeasing for the sake of my sanity. He was mine and he was there with me, only me.


We climbed into his BMW. There was reluctance in that seat taking. Yet we had tasks to be accomplished at home, meaningful yet tedious tasks. We had taken this vacation with the onset of a task to get us back on track. We needed to remember that there was a mutual need for one another’s company and attention."

-- anniecalifornia