It was like the movies.
The argument,the beach,the stars,the two main characters in that setting.
Not to mention the kiss.
Why did he have to be there.
Why did he have to storm in every time I start to drift from him.
He was there beside me looking at the sky and watching the waves dance by the moonlight.
It was cold my toes dangled in the sand until I laid down.
My eyes bewildered by the stars above me.
"Mind if I join you?" I remember him saying.
And I muttered the words not at all and your life.
After a short pause of silence he spoke up again.
His voice always so soft.
"Youve always liked the sky"
"And you love the moon" I replied to him.
"I do" he laughed shortly.
Something I enjoyed hearing so much.
"We havent communicated for a long while sweetheart" He said.
I didnt say anything at first, I didnt know what to say,I chose my words carefully.
"Do you have any conclusions on why thats supposed to be?" I asked him.
"Well not really" he said idle-y.
"No? Not just one theory?"I teased.
"Well—he hesitated—are you ignoring me?"
"Am I ignoring you?" I threw back his question.
Yes I was ignoring him,because I was not ready for what I felt..feel for him. Fear surged through me with just the thought.
"I miss you,you know"he said. His voice soft and melodic.
I sighed silently.
"I dont know.. you—you're not so good at showing that you do" I replied,my heart beating.
I adjusted my position to face him.
He was looking at me,his eyes finding mine.
"I did warn you im not a romantic person,sweetie"
I looked at him intently,he made sure to hold eye contact but it was too intense I had to look away.
"You didnt have to be" I muttered.
"Im sorry what?"he asked me,not hearing what I said.
I took a moment to rephrase my words.
"You dont have to be a romantic to tell someone you miss them or at least show them that theyve crossed your mind"
"Youre right,you are absolutely right" He said,his voice amused.
I felt tired at that moment,my eyelids were heavy and my chest heaving.
In that silence he pulled me close, he wrapped his arm around my head and my back,like a parent holding its new born.
His hands were cold but I was relaxed,I know he wouldnt do anything to purposely hurt me.
But why was I still afraid?
We stayed like that,
looking at the stars in silence, his arms enveloping me like a blanket,
his fingers dangling the strands of my hair and I listened to the beat of his heart in tune with mine.
"Sweetheart?"
I hummed in response.
"Im sorry for whatever distraught Ive caused you,Ive attempted nothing but to be careful with you,youre too precious for me"he said, I let his words echo in my ears,his words were always so poetic.
"Your apology is unneeded"I laughed shortly at him.
"But it is,is it not? You have been ignoring me,and you have no idea how much you have been on my mind,you dont hug me and crush me everytime you see me like the old days. You dont chat or call me. You dont acknowledge my presence,sweetheart and youve not given me a reason why." He said.
"Im not going to deny the theories youve concluded over the years. You're right and I think the reason you want to hear is not a good enough one"I said.
"If it isnt a good enough reason then why falter from me?" He questioned.
We werent lying on the sand anymore without spaces from each other.
We sat upright on the sand our distance millimeters away from each other.
"You'll think I am foolish"
"Sweetheart,you are far from foolish,you are completely intelligent and mature for someone your age" He said.
"If only that was true"
"It is to me"he said.
"Would you really want to know" I asked him.
"Yes,I do"
"You remember those days where we'd pity the youth's foolishness in thinking love and relationships are a necessity?
Well we've forgotten I was part of the youth and I was capable of falling–as they say it–in love and unfortunately Ive come across to loving–you"
And I said it,all the years of bothering what I felt for him, unraveled.
"Funny thing,I thought it was going to fade like every school crush I had but it hasnt and I think you know Im afraid to love and that Im not ready for it but its been years and youve not given me reason to hate you so I decide to stay away from you."I finished.
He didnt say anything,he just stared at me. He was calm,unnervingly.
"Do you get it now?" I said.
He didnt utter a word and I was frightened.
This is going to be the day I'll lose him..but why is there something hinting at me that that wasnt going to happen.
"Do you still feel that way?" he asked instead.
"I dont—I think–yes"I truthfully said.
"When did this began?" He asked me.
"4 years ago"I answered.
Everytime we spoke of nothing the waves of the ocean made sure to cover the silence.
"That's awfully long"He joked.
and I exhaled a laugh,earning a giggle from him.
"Youve no idea"I replied, I missed times like these.
"So you love me?" he said slowly.
I mimmicked his way of speaking as I said the next words;
"I love you" and it felt like a sweet jar of honey rolling off my tongue.
"I love you too,sweet heart"He said.
He didnt have to say that. Those words were not necessary for him to say.
Yet he said it but I know it wasnt the way I felt towards him.
"Dont say it unless you mean it"I begged.
I kept my head down,my mind was going through this loop and I felt dizzy.
"I do mean it sweetheart"he urged,his hands took mine and I shivered under his touch.
"Not in the way I wished it was"I confessed.
"And how is that?"He asked again.
"To love like how every swain is to their maiden. To love like how I love you" I said.
"How will I prove to you that I do love you the way you wished it was" He asked.
I laughed,giggled in a way.
"You cant cause you dont"I told him.
He took a moment of pause.
Until some time our noses were touching,our lips teasing,and weve shared a kiss that was heart wrenching.
