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Tropical Island - (A beautiful memory)

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By James CartenPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

It was a sweltering hot day on the tropical island of Aruba, and the sun beat down hard on the golden sand. The beach was virtually deserted, with only a few hardy tourists scattered around, and the clear blue waters of the Caribbean Sea beckoning invitingly.

At one end of the beach, two figures stood out from the otherwise empty landscape. One was a tall, muscular man with deep brown skin and a bright white smile. He wore a pair of bright red swimming trunks and was squinting in the sunlight. His companion was a petite blonde woman, with a sunhat shading her delicate features. She was wearing a light pink sundress and a pair of sunglasses, and her long hair was tied back in a neat ponytail.

The two had met the previous night at a local beach bar, and had hit it off immediately. They had spent the entire evening talking and laughing, and as the night had drawn to a close, they had decided to meet up the following day to enjoy the beach.

The man was called Antony, and he was an Aruban local. He had grown up on the island, and had been surfing and swimming around the Caribbean since he was a child. He was now a professional surfer, and had recently returned to the island after a stint in Hawaii.

The woman was called Annabelle, and she was from the United States. She had come to the island on a week-long vacation, and had decided to spend her days sunbathing and swimming.

As the two of them strolled along the beach, they talked about life, the waves, and the island. There was an easy chemistry between them, and they both felt at ease in each other's presence.

As they reached the end of the beach, they stopped and looked out over the sea. The sun was setting, and the sky was streaked with vibrant oranges and pinks.

"It's so beautiful," Annabelle said, her voice full of awe.

"Yes," Antony agreed, taking her hand in his. "It's a perfect moment."

Annabelle smiled, and they stood there for a while, watching the sun dip below the horizon. When it was gone, they turned and headed back up the beach, the sand cool beneath their feet.

The next few days were spent exploring the island, swimming, and enjoying each other's company. They laughed, talked, and flirted, and their connection deepened each day.

As their vacation drew to a close, Annabelle knew she would miss Antony. He had become a good friend, and she was sad to be leaving.

"I wish I could stay here forever," she said, gazing out to sea.

Antony smiled. "Me too," he said. "But one day we might be able to come back."

Annabelle nodded, feeling a pang of sadness. Then, she brightened.

"You know," she said, "we don't have to say goodbye just yet. Let's stay in touch. We can write letters, and I can come visit you here again."

Antony smiled, and the two of them embraced.

"Yes," he said. "Let's do that."

The two of them exchanged addresses, and when their vacation was over, they said their goodbyes.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship, and over the next few years, they wrote to each other often. Annabelle visited Antony in Aruba whenever she could, and each time, their bond grew stronger.

Eventually, Antony asked Annabelle to marry him, and she said yes. They had a small, intimate ceremony on the beach, with only their closest friends and family in attendance.

As they said their vows, they looked out to the sea, and their eyes met. They both knew that they had found something special on that tropical island, and in each other. They knew that they would have a beautiful life together, and that their unlikely pair would last forever.

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