You are sitting on the beach with that sun setting. You remember all the good songs being written about sunsets. Then you look at your side and there she is. Your heart skips a beat. And you realise this is where u want to be the rest of your life. In those wee hours, just before the sun tilts over, you imagine this is it.
” This is the life I like and the girl I love. Why should I be somewhere else doing something else, dragging my life along doing something that I hate?"
What is so special about the sunset? Is it something to do with the person sitting with you? The silence seems so soothing. For once you want to sit and feel the sound of waves, hitting the sandy floor at your wet feet. The salty breeze that blows her hair, on to your face. The sand that has inexplicably clung to the most impossible parts of you. Her perfume that smells so close. And the sun shines unto your eyes, for that last time. For once, you don’t mind looking at the sun. It is as an open challenge.
“For once, I can challenge anyone to lessen that thump in my heart."
You love the company, the sun , the fragrance and the way waves crash in rhythm, with your heart. In silence lies such power. The exchange between silent hearts, which no sentient being hears. You wonder why you weren't there the last evening. You wonder why all the evenings. You wonder about the next evening. Instead of getting lost in the moment, you think about moments that you can’t be with her.
The joy lessens and a mild throbbing pain sets in. In place of a thumping heart there grows a nagging fear of sitting apart. “Can’t we be together forever?” But you stay silent. You are afraid of asking, of tempting fate, of jinxing the setting sun. Afraid not of an impending doom or the apprehension of the wrong foot, but of something else. Something more subtle. Instead of being afraid of the mundane things, you are afraid of what comes next.
Will the next sunset be as sylvan? Will the salty breeze still blow her hair unto your face? Would the twilight remain or will you, by the force of nature, be sitting alone on the beach. Brooding upon a sun that has already set on the western horizon (Which by the way you haven’t noticed right then.)?
And i still cannot say....For you will not answer. But should I ask...I do not know!
” This is the life I like and the girl I love. Why should I be somewhere else doing something else, dragging my life along doing something that I hate?"
What is so special about the sunset? Is it something to do with the person sitting with you? The silence seems so soothing. For once you want to sit and feel the sound of waves, hitting the sandy floor at your wet feet. The salty breeze that blows her hair, on to your face. The sand that has inexplicably clung to the most impossible parts of you. Her perfume that smells so close. And the sun shines unto your eyes, for that last time. For once, you don’t mind looking at the sun. It is as an open challenge.
“For once, I can challenge anyone to lessen that thump in my heart."
You love the company, the sun , the fragrance and the way waves crash in rhythm, with your heart. In silence lies such power. The exchange between silent hearts, which no sentient being hears. You wonder why you weren't there the last evening. You wonder why all the evenings. You wonder about the next evening. Instead of getting lost in the moment, you think about moments that you can’t be with her.
The joy lessens and a mild throbbing pain sets in. In place of a thumping heart there grows a nagging fear of sitting apart. “Can’t we be together forever?” But you stay silent. You are afraid of asking, of tempting fate, of jinxing the setting sun. Afraid not of an impending doom or the apprehension of the wrong foot, but of something else. Something more subtle. Instead of being afraid of the mundane things, you are afraid of what comes next.
Will the next sunset be as sylvan? Will the salty breeze still blow her hair unto your face? Would the twilight remain or will you, by the force of nature, be sitting alone on the beach. Brooding upon a sun that has already set on the western horizon (Which by the way you haven’t noticed right then.)?
And i still cannot say....For you will not answer. But should I ask...I do not know!
