| When I met him, I knew. He had a way of filling the cracks and crevices in my heart; I didn't even know they were there until they were empty once more. In my mind, I paint pictures of him in colors that don't exist, I hear him in melodies that have yet to be written. I remember the way he looked at me - with intensity and fire in his eyes. He stripped away the steel barriers with a melting gaze leaving me unprotected, bare to the core. He set me free and it was frightening. That day at the beach changed me. We talked about everything while the echoes of our laughter traveled with the breeze. I noted the feeling of the grains of sand on my feet, the smell of the ocean air, the sound of the waves lapping the shore. We stopped as the sun began to set over the horizon. He brushed the hair away from my face. I looked at him, struggling to see him as more than a shadow as the sun's light reflected from the water into my eyes. What must have been only a few moments seemed like an eternity. In the final moments of the sunset, he took me in his arms and whispered something into my ear. I stood there watching the sun complete its descent. The sun was gone. And so was he. I didn't even get a chance to ask for his name. |
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