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Deeplyinlife

Kailua Beach

USA | Monday, 25 May 2015 | Views [132] | Scholarship Entry

Written on June 23, 2009 on Kailua beach, HI

I stopped by today. To see you. You know, I suck at saying good-bye, especially to those I truly love. I love you with that inexpressible, unexplainable, wholesome kind of love - the one that can't be deceitful.
When I saw you first, I liked you. In the meantime, I was scared. Yes, scared. You've got such a strength, such stamina of a real man, that one can not help respecting - and being cautious of. But I got to know you, and under the manly heroic image I discovered millions of passions, a character of devotion, and - paradoxically - an unbelievable sensitivity. And along with that, you have your principles and standards set high, you're steady, you are always yourself - just a different, a new one every time. And I love it.
I embrace you. I kiss you. I whisper those irrelevant words - just so I speak, too. You are rarely quiet. In fact, you never are - and that's good, for it means that you're alive! Your vitality inspires me, arouses me, and gives me the sweet promise of seeing you again.
Pacific... The ocean of my dreams, my mysterious lover, my teacher, my patient father... You are right here, in the reach of my hand, but I can never put it around you, cause you are immense. As each wave comes up, I jump forward to meet her. She turns me, flips me, rocks me - ohm that's a twist! But it will never drown me: we are sisters by blood, by wind, by all the undestroyable bonds in this tiny world.
The rain is trying to wash the letters off the page. Go ahead, it'll be worth it! I'll simply turn to the next one and keep loving.
The wind is rigid and sharp. It's blowing my towel away, - not the peace of my soul. For my love is here to warm me. For he is mine, and I'm his, and it's forever.
Hello, the beginning of my romance! Aloha, my long-term, long-distance relationship! Remember me. On early mornings, when they come to run/walk their dogs along your coast, remember me. On long days, when they come to swim/tan/surf/paddle/boogie board/float, remember me. When they cry their tears into your waters, remember me. When they die here, or meet their birth and rebirth here, remember me. While you can forget the whole history of the land, the sky, and the fires, remember my love. For it's longer and bigger than anything you've seen, or ever will see.
... Too many times I said I love you. Now I really mean it.

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