we were tardy to the sunset and the beach was closed. i said we could try again another day; he wouldn't hear of it. he insisted upon adventure and soon we were hand-in-hand, chasing the light.
the sight of my love waiting for me at the end of the dock...my heart breaks from the sweetness of it. and to think i could have missed it.
This is everything <3
ReplyDelete"My heart breaks from the sweetness of it" - mine broke a little reading it. So beautiful. This is the beauty of writing, I think. That we can live those sweet wonderful moments, and then relive them, again and again, every time we reread the blog, the diary the poem. Just lovely,
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
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