I can’t see through every moment and I remember the way I knew even when things weren’t quite clear. One day we walked together and the air was on my skin in such a way…it was closer. The next day was how it should be, how I knew I always wanted to feel. At home. When I flew my cheeks were flushed with those moments and yet my mind raced in directions of how, why. There are still a few mountains to climb. And it still sits there, quietly.
This is it. As we said. As it should be. Do the work. See the sea. Love me for me. Love us for us.
Remember that first day when we dipped our toes in the water and I collected shells? Remember how we walked through the bamboo forest and you told me of the heat and the fires that brought in the life? Remember how I showed you how to swing and how you looked at me on the train? That day we just walked, I wore black and you wore your hat and the world was ours and we could see forever.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. ~Peter Ustinov