“If I never feel you in my arms again
If I never feel your tender kiss again
If I never hear I love you now and then…
…Then I promise you, I promise you
That, that I shall never breathe again”
*Couldn’t we just stay in this moment forever?*
However, there was a look of mischief on her face that was both intriguing and sexy. What was she up to?
Act 2. Scene 2.
He spent the drive over to her place wondering what that look on her face was for when he got into the car. What was she up to? They pulled up to her place and he stared at her through the entire process of opening her door, exiting the car, closing the door, walking away and disappearing behind the stone wall. It was almost as if he was taking a deep breath before going underwater in a life or death situation – you don’t know when you’re going to get a chance to breathe again. You don’t know how valuable breathing is until…
That was probably the longest couple of minutes he’d ever had to sit in a car by himself. Anxiety. He knew that they didn’t have a whole lot of time together, so he was extremely anxious to officially start the second part of their day. In that moment, she reappeared in the most perfect little denim dress and the cutest sandals. After guiding her back to the car with his eyes, he had the stupidest blushing look on his face as she entered the car. “What?” “Nothing…”
Perfection personified in her smile as she sat across from him…
Wait…
They decide to get lunch at a local spot close to the beach. Blue skies; barbecue grills going; a couple tourists in the area; a lot of locals in the area – this is nice! The waitress guides them to a table and he lets her decide what side she wants to sit on. Arm’s length away from each other and he can’t stop staring at her. The light in her eyes, the warm tones of her skin, that little denim dress… She looks up and smiles – perfection personified in her smile as she sits across from him. Two menus later, two pictures of him later, two thousand pictures of her later, they are eating. This is nice! Shrimps in sauce, grilled chicken breast, rice and peas, spaghetti, salad, potato salad, coleslaw and Mac and cheese; in the words of a wise man, Asa Bantan, strictly local.
He is content with the food, but he is elated for the moment – the moments.
Lunch over; they make their way back to the car. Live photos on iPhones are so amazing because they capture truth. A person’s expression just before and just after a picture is taken says a lot! So having the opportunity to see that with the pressing of a thumb is clutch. Clutch! He could tell that she wasn’t feeling like having photos taken of just her. When they get to the car, he props the phone up on the trunk of the car and sets the timer.
10, 9…he walks over to her; 7, 6…he puts his hand around her waist; 4, 3…she does the same, as they use the leverage to close the gap; 1…she looks up at him, as he looks down at her.
Why does physical contact with you feel so… right? Never sexual, but always intimate. The photographs tell no lies. Snap!
It was a vibe. She was a vibe.
I’ve used this once before jokingly, but she is what the earth would have been if man never sinned.
*Yo, Siri, play Breathe Again by Toni Braxton*
