There’s something about a sharp, cool breeze in late summer that reminds me of you. Moreover of the day that will forever live on in my mind, reminding me constantly of the good things in our lives. Even in the depths of winter, where hot cocoa is the only thing that can warm my spirit; I can close my eyes and see that day.
The sea swelled against the concrete wall, leaving dark, but temporary marks against it’s soft grey surface. I walked along that wall with you, holding your hand, watching the harbor. The cool ocean breeze seemed to be almost calling to us, asking us to stay just a bit longer. That summer day was beautiful and perfect. It didn’t matter that I was hurting so deeply it would be our eventual downfall. It didn’t matter that you knew that somewhere in your heart and thought that we could get through it. None of the externals mattered. That day was perfect as we eventually stopped walking and talking and just sat on the soft grass, watching the tourists, the ocean, and the ships. Your arm around my back, holding me close, and my head on your shoulder, just peaceful and for a moment…just a moment… nothing else could have ever mattered.
For me there are a very small collection of moments when I can look back and say things like this. Perfection is something that humanity strives for. So thank you. Thank you for giving me a glimpse of that.
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