The moon’s full tonight and its silver river shimmers on the ocean’s surface as Damien and I cuddle on the sand. My head rests on his shoulder and he holds me close because I’m a little chilled, but so very unready to end this evening.
It’s not been a perfect evening, not with karaoke and Dominic appearing. I think Damien and I may never have a perfect evening or maybe I’ll look back on many of them and they’ll be perfect in my memory.
We don’t really talk. Neither of us feels the need. Words are sometimes clumsy and devastatingly inaccurate when emotions are involved. I have much first hand evidence of that.
Both of us are happy, for now. And, in a world with so much uncertainty, where days can be eclipsed in a moment, holding happiness in the palm of your hand and appreciating its golden grace can’t be undervalued.
Maybe each day will be a love letter to each other, his painting red-haired mermaids and mine writing poetry about tattoos and sarcasm. Our kisses will be the first gesture and the last gesture of every day. For now.
I want to thank you for following what originally was just supposed to be a couple of irreverently titled posts using wordpress’s daily prompt about the misadventures of a young woman named Clare, but which ultimately turned into a very enjoyable undertaking (36 posts!) for me and hopefully you as well. I apologize for the abrupt “ending,” but there’s so much coming up in the next two months that I don’t think I can give Prince Charming and Clare the attention it needs. So, there’s a chance that when I become a litttle less inundated that I’ll pick it back up or I will take it on as a whole, fill in the missing gaps, tend to inaccuracies (ha, you didn’t notice? 😉 ) and maybe add a more traditional climax and ending, or not–not traditional, that is. Anyway, thanks again. This is seriously one project that couldn’t have happened without you.