Walking on the beach. Eating in a restaurant. Looking at the Eiffel Tower. Silently gazing out at crashing waves from the Cliffs of Mohr. In a marketplace in Jerusalem. Making love under a waterfall in St. Lucia. Standing on the steps of the Sydney Opera House. Zip-lining over a rain forest in New Zealand. Sitting on a leather couch in front of a fire. Stargazing in a field. Eating my latest gourmet concoction by candlelight. Drinking cocktails on the patio while talking movies and politics and adult children. Decorating our home for Christmas to welcome our families. Traveling to New Orleans to wander the historic streets and cemeteries. Visiting my beloved #Georgia. Remembering our childhood. Remembering us.
When I look into your eyes, I feel 16 again. Everything is new. Even me. Every touch is electric. Every kiss is super-charged with memory and attraction and karmic chemistry. There are almost no words needed. We just are. As we have always been. And I feel foolish for my stubborn hold on "reality." I was not supposed to be the weak link. I was supposed to be the one who remembered.
I did. We do. And one day, we will....
*completed 9.19.16 (#111) at 1:55 (#11)