Time As Old As Tale

Pre-Face

Here's the story of: Us

It was a warm day set at 72 degrees. Mildly breezy, the kind of wind that tickles your skin as it passes by you. The sun kissed your skin with gentle kisses constantly, with the occasional breaks of the clouds blanketing you with cool relief. Across the street is a cliff that appears smooth to the eye, kept the sparkling water at bay. Sometimes I wondered if I was the only one who thought the sky was also water. While the land rotate, the only difference being that the color. This beautiful water appearing turquoise and the night sky can range from a beautiful black, purple or midnight blue.

Hearing the waves crashing against the rocks the taste of the buttery croissant has my senses on edge. I glanced up at you, my heart dropped, releasing the lock that held the butterflies. As if they were trying to escape from my esophagus. The pressure was building and I just couldn't hold back any longer. As the butterflies spilled over, my dorkey smile appeared.

My senses had reached its' overlode. As my heart lay at the bottom of my stomach, butterflies in my throat, a silly grin on my lips. My brain was no where to be found. It left a note, in which my heart wrote. One single butterfly which has a symbol meaning of 'life'. It rose out of my throat to read aloud the note, from my lips and it said "I love you."

Realizing that I must have looked crazy, I was a real fool in love. My senses: The sun was perfect on my skin, the wine tasted sweet of Italy, the sea waves sung my favorite song, sea salt and croissants smell reminded me we were in Italy, and in had my eyes on you. Such simplicity simply reminded me that I'd only want the world with you. Life is full of ups and downs, which brought me to the song "I'd Rather" by Luther Vandross.

Sitting here with you, looking back at the very opportunity that got us here. We have that tale as old as time, we both have to let go of our past so that we can have forever. We are two people with imperfections but have work and still working together to have what is known as a perfect love.

A land with no rain or cloudy days would never see growth. But in a perfect world, it goes through seasons. So here I am sitting, in our dream location with the person I love to love, reminiscing over the many trails that made us, us.

As if in a dream, I opened my mouth to read the story until I remembered; we've only just begun. So, how would we start it? Where do we begin? "In the beginning ", "Once upon a time ", "Not very long ago...". I figured, I may as well begin it with:
This is the story of US.