I always like to think back to that day at the beach.
The two of us were on a double date with my best friend and his girl. It was a gorgeous summer's day, spent swimming, relaxing and enjoying a picnic on the coast.
While you and her stayed back and conversed on the bench, my friend and I went along the beach messing around with the junk we found, as immature boys do. Skipping rocks across the water, gathering huge stones to toss in, poking dead jellyfish and collecting dead sand dollars to drop at your feet.
The two of you watched us like wine moms as we continued our mayhem on the beach. Before long, the road grew quiet, the sun was setting, and the world started to calm. The four of us decided to end the night with some drinks at your place.
We drank and drank, we played drinking games and shared stories from our lives. Some new, most were ones we always love to re-tell in the state we were in. The night became late and you laid your head on my lap as the conversations continued, I tucked your hair behind your ear and let you rest while we spoke.
That was the first time you said you loved me.
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Before We Part
Puisi"Before We Part" is a collection of writing that either doesn't belong in my other work, loose writings from notebooks, napkins, my phone's notepad and wherever else I've written something down. You'll find poetry, one-off short stories, unsent lett...
