Summer Breeze

A/N: Another short story I wrote back in 2006. Please vote or comment if you liked it. =)

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From where I stand I see a younger you, a younger me.

Quite happy.

Drenched in sweat and panting deliriously from running under the summer sun. Was there a summer breeze then? No, I don’t think so. I remember myself joking about how the breeze just won’t come when I need it the most. And you said that you were born with the summer breeze and that you could summon it anytime. I laughed at you, but you just stuck your tongue out at me and started whistling loud and hard.

Then as if on cue, a gush of wind passed by. I laughed harder but you were beaming with pride. I saw how your blue eyes turned a shade darker from pure excitement. Your hair flowing with the wind, almost covering your face.

And I realized you were so beautiful.

From the summer scene just behind you, the dunes almost like the color of your hair. The deep blue sea, tranquil and placid against the blazing sun… your eyes. No it wasn’t just that. Your laughter was like the sound of the waves crashing by the shore. And I sincerely wanted to drown in them. Drown in the enchanting scent of your breath. Right there and then, I was convinced. You were a sea nymph.

You were the one who taught me how to swim. You even yelled my name many times and asked me to stop flapping like a stupid walrus. I felt dumb then, but you said that everybody has had their first times and their share of embarrassing stories to tell.

You endured in my mistakes and were there when I first bragged of how excellent I can now swim. I wanted to impress you so much; I reached the depth which you so-strongly warned me not to reach. But I did. And you were so mad, just as you were proud being my teacher. But what you did not know was that I was proud that you were my teacher. 

It was indeed many years ago.

And from where I stand, with the sand between my toes, the exceptional view in front of me, still proud of its magnificence. Arrogantly boasting its marvelous splendors for me to devour. I suddenly feel empty. I feel I lost this paradise somewhere in my childhood.

I feel like I left it back in my past, when I was just a child and everything was simple. Everything was redefined by you. And I simply didn’t care nor did I ask. Because the answer was always there, imprinted in your blue eyes. Tranquil, so placid, so perfect that I could drown in the pools of blue and be happy.

I roam my eyes and search for a particular spot. The place where you told me how wonderful it is to be part of the nature. It is because you felt like you were always part of it and that if you die; you wanted it to be part of you.

At this point, I’m ready to break into tears again. You are perfect and I didn't want to share you with anyone else. But that's really not like you. You're the kind of person who's willing to give anything to people who needs them. You were never really selfish.

And I also know that you are home, whether I like it or not. That this place is where you really wanted to be, no matter how hard it is for me to deal with. The wind blows harder and I feel you embracing me but I know that you also wanted to be free. You wanted to be part of your brother- the summer breeze.

I smile and open the urn I’ve been clutching on my hand…  

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