This Kind Of Thing
It's such a beautiful day.
The ocean. The sky. The beach. The clouds. The wind.
Different shades of blues.
Layers and layers of whiteness.
Somewhere out there in some unknown corners of the world, everybody is laughing.
Somewhere out there in places she has never been to, everybody is smiling.
Everybody is having fun.
Everybody is in love with someone else.
All of a sudden, she needs an ice cream.
Something cold. Something sweet.
Something soft. Something light.
Something familiar... Something innocent...
Ah, the welcoming Land of Denials.
She takes a deep breath.
She keeps walking.
She does not trip, falter, or stumble.
All of a sudden, she doesn't feel cold anymore.
She has sand in her shoes.
You found me. She wants to say. But it'll sound silly. Of course he found her. He can always find her.
He will always save her.
He will always be there whenever she needs something.
She tries to smile. Feebly. Praying, hoping, her hair doesn't look crazy.
His eyes stay hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses.
She knows she ought to say something.
But she just stands there.
With wind in her hair.
With stars and suns and moons in her eyes.
With an emotion so strong, so warm, so deep in her chest.
He reaches out a hand to feel the bump on her head.
It's still a bit swollen but no longer angry and red.
Shall we dance? She wants to ask. Right here on this beach. With no one watching.
Like Al Pacino. Like the King of Siam. Like the tormented Dark Knight. Like the man of my life.
"I didn't know you can dance." She sounds brave. She feels safe. Doesn't she, too, deserve happiness?
He actually laughs.
He gathers her in his arm.
He kisses her first on the top of her head.
"One secret at a time." Her lips taste like salted caramel.
