I’m listening to the Corrs. Your favorite. A year ago…
You made my heart sing with the mere presence of you. We kissed while the ocean lapped against a moon-kissed beach.
You had my knees go weak and emotions bursting from every seam of me.
Our little hideaway where bougainvilleas fell in solitary pink and the lingering smell of frangipani hung in the air. White dust on the back of my shirt. The perfect setting where lovers in secret…secretly love.
And months later…the frangipani still lingers. The beach still coy with the moon.
I held your hand. Smelled your smell. Tasted your taste. Looked into your eyes and said..
What can I do to make you love me?
make you love me?
make you love me?
Where ever you are, thank you for the memories. The times. The lessons. The love.
