Renaissance of love
Gray ocean waves rushed the Manhattan Beach shore. We strolled along The Strand- congested with laughter, barking dogs and skaters’ wheels rolling over sandy pavement- symphony of summer beach life. My heartbeat roared over all the noise, only I could hear its rumble. I took a big gulp of briny sea air, my stomach felt like Jell-O, I exhaled and tasted adrenaline. We strolled along like so many other weekends but I felt lost, in my thoughts in my feelings rushing over me, coming to my surface You grabbed my hand and pointed… Something in the sky? The boat in the water? Couldn’t make out what you said, I know my hand slipped out of your hand like the giggles slipped out your lips I didn’t want to let go but your hand carried away my body heat with it. I knew I couldn’t just be your friend if not having you made a summer afternoon feel cold. My tongue stumbled trying to convey to you my heart’s testimony. I opened my