A letter
It’s the most perfect night. Not humid but warm enough that a slight breeze is refreshing. Feeling the coolness from the ocean water in the wind. The sky is beautiful. A perfect midnight blue, the stars look magnificent in the luminescence of the moon. Making you feel so incredibly small. With the smallest clouds, perfectly scattered across the horizon. Just endless mystique. Such breathtaking elegance across the ocean water. But the most breathtaking sight was that of my wife. Between the moonlight on her face and that infectious smile she wore upon her lips. The way her eyes lit up like a kid at an amusement park. Full of pure bliss and happiness. Being energized by the moon. I almost wished time would have stopped, it seemed like it had for a moment. I wish I could have captured this moment on film. The way she ran through the sand. As if she didn’t have a care in the world and she damn sure didn’t. Even when she faced a fear of hers and climbed up that life guard tower just to sit with me on it and enjoy the view and each other. With my head in the crook of her neck and her arms wrapped so tightly around me as if she were afraid to let go. As if to lose me. Even when we had noticed an unidentified animal in the sand and her first instinct was we have to get out of here. Time wasn’t real. You could just feel the love in every touch, every word, every laugh, every tease, every look. She takes my breath away. My heart swells at the memory. Walking through the sand in our bare feet. We wrote the story of us in the sand that night. Starting with our names. Bonded, together forever. Sharing glances of pure unconditional love. Kisses filled with such passion and commitment it made my knees weak. The beating of our hearts together as we embraced one another. Every part of my body is always set on fire the second she grazes my skin. Even when she’s near and not physically touching me. I know she can feel it. In this moment I know love.
