The night we met

Chapter 37

Coconut water is naturally refreshing and it kind of has a sweet and simple taste.

How long does it take for a coconut to grow?

It usually takes twelve months to be precise. A good fact actually. Good things always takes time. Just like a good coconut.

I'm sitting with Matteo in the sand as we watch the sunset meanwhile we drink coconut water.

It had been two days now since the day we came. We have spent it mostly swimming, laughing, building sand castles, dancing, eating and having sex. Yeah, I think that the sand castles are the ones that I enjoyed the most. I felt like I had eight again. It was pretty funny because at the end it looked like shit so we did it over and over again like four times.

It took us a lot of time but we laughed about it, we even made a competition. I won.

Tomorrow we were going to go back home, back to reality. Sometimes I just wish we could stay always in here, living this dream. A dream I don't want it to end.

I swallowed the water until I finished it.

"What do you prefer, chocolate or vanilla?," I asked looking at him.

"Why should I need to chose?," he said deeply.

"You need to. We always need to chose something either is bad or good."

Its true. There always a decision we need to make every day of our lives. Theres always a second option but which will you pick. It hard you know, to choose.

You aren't completely sure if it will be correct your option and then you doubt again to see if the other one its the most beneficial for you. Salty or sweet? Hot or cold? Day or night? Dance or sing? And many others. My point is, that we all have a chance to choose between two options, we get that small freedom to decide even if there are consequences in it. There's always a good and bad.

"Why can't I pick both?. It's possible and its real. You need both always, its true they're opposite but there's a certain balance in life. If there's one, the other need to exist no matter what you decide or do," Matteo said confident.

The balance in life. Deep.

"You're right."

"I know."

I rolled my eyes but he just laughed.

I stayed quiet for a long time lost in my thoughts.

"What are you thinking of?," Matteo said as he looked at me.

He was only wearing a blue t-shirt and swimwear shorts.

"My mom used to talk about the beach always, how she wanted to come and look at it at least one more time."

I paused looking at Matteo who stared at me.

"She used to describe it for me every night, thats how I fell in love with it. Even though I hadn't see it," I continued.

"Why didn't your dad take you both? Or at least for you two to go?."

"As I said, he just wanted to protect us. He feared that something bad could happen to both of us. I used to hear them talking that they were worried about something. My mom cried almost every night by fear, but I didn't know who she feared," I said with a shrug.

I just don't want to meet the person she feared. My mom is so strong but seeing her cry made me believe that even strong people fear something. We are just not strong enough always. But we need to.

I truly believe that I'm strong but I still have my weakness that bring me fear even to myself.

"If you spent so much inside the house, hadn't you tried to escape?," he asked doubtfully.