This time it isn't raining.
This time it isn't bland.
This time it isn't sorrow.
This time its romance.
The smell still tingles my nose. The sound of waves still completes me. It now ties my love and satisfaction. The air around me still swirls, but now dancing to your song. My lips smile and my cheeks still flush not only from the freezing winds but also from your honey-coated voice. The salty mist brought by the ocean and rain still lingers in the air after decades. The sand below me cradles me, reminding my connection with the ocean. I walked ever so slowly towards you. My legs trembles as I come face to face with you. I stop. I look into your eyes. Its green tint squeezes my heart. Tears form and fall continuously, in sync with your song.
I remember the first time we stood on this very beach. We were freshly in love. We were still fools. Still blinded by emotions new to our young heart. I was filled with joy and overwhelming passion as I held tenderly your hand, my beloved. Hands soft and lovingly warm. The hem of your mustard jumper, which you made for yourself, touched my wrist, which made me shiver. You showed me around and described the water and the sky as if it was my first time seeing them. You defined the sun as, "ravishingly warm", and the clouds, "vastly mollifying". Who wouldn't want to be with someone who illustrates every little thing as though he created it? Your eyes match the roaring waves and your hair dark like old leather. Your smile would battle the beauty of the forming sunset. Your scent evident with every wind that passes by. We walked and talked and talked and walked and kissed.
We kissed.
And now we do again.
Not as hungry, but with more love and passion. You hold me close, swaying from side to side as you sing our wedding song.
"Do you sometimes regret meeting me?"
"What made you ask that?"
"Do you?" You looked at me with saddened eyes. I looked at you with hopeful ones.
"For the last time, love. I love you with every part of me. I do not regret falling for you. I do not regret loving you. I do not regret meeting you. Since then, I've learned. I've learned so many things. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."
"I love you."
It's cliché I know.
You would think I would despise common love for who I am now, but let me tell you, oh please let me do. I would trade anything for it then no love at all.
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