Friday, November 25, 2011

Getting close

It was exactly noon. They sat, side by side on the living room couch at the beach house, and what a very exquisite beach house it was indeed.
They sipped on a glass of a rare French Chardonnay. They exchanged funny jokes, laughed and laughed their hearts out. They were both so very, very happy.
He picked up his iPad. He carefully, slowly read her their poem, Our Destination. She asked for, and he brought her tissues as she sobbed.
She grabbed his iPad and, with a lot of passion read him her reply.
It was he who needed the tissues now.
Paul knew that anything could happen. It might have been too late, he might have missed his chance. It might be too early. But he wanted to know that at least he had tried. He had to move, now, whatever might happen!
He looked into her eyes.
“Your beautiful deep blue eyes attract me,”
“Thank you, she quipped. Yours are far more beautiful,”
Paul laughed, “Sophie we’re here on vacation, to relax It’s not a competition at all,” Paul thought and went on,
Sophie I wish you to live a very long and healthy life but I want to live minus one day so I never have to live without you, I couldn’t bear it at all,”
She was so very touched as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and a shiver ran down his spine. He caressed her hair, and, somehow, magically their lips met. He kissed her very tenderly and ever so softly.
It was beautiful and it went on and on.
He now kissed her more passionately. She kissed back the full fire. It was beautiful and it went on and on. A full hour passed until they finally stopped kissing.
The Caesar salad they had ordered sat untouched.

At 6:30 in the evening, dressed in their swimsuits, they emerged from the bedroom holding hands and walked to the sea. Their short dip was refreshing and invigorating.
They slowly crawled to the beach and lay down, side by side looking at the sun. They didn’t talk for fifteen minutes. Then, Sophie slowly turned her head and whispered to his ear.
“I never, ever, in my life or in any of my wildest of dreams imagined that such an amazing afternoon could ever exist, ever be possible,”
But, it was not into his ear that she whispered, it to was into his heart.
“It’s quite simple,” he replied.
“It’s our amazing love for each other that made this amazing afternoon possible. And as our amazing love continues to blossom and grow so will the amazing afternoons be even more amazing,”
“Impossible,” replied Sophie,
“Wait and see, only time will tell,” Paul answered. And he was very sure about that.