Sunrise Stories.

With the infinite blueness before us, enclosed within droplets of water sliding gracefully over each other, resurrecting the soul of sounds we can hear as the waves swell from below, we stand. The sounds are heavenly, expansive and therapeutic. They tempt us to have our eyes closed for a while, in contemplation.

I clasp my hand to find your fingers within them, and a clench in my chest releases many oppressed shivers. I remember clasping them before, only to find a thin veil of air to hold on to, and how I wished I would find your fingers instead, for the sake of safety, of warmth, of understanding.

But now they are here, for real. They are as safe as I expected them to be. In the palm of your hand lie fingers that long to be held and guided, and so you hold them close, in a silence akin to a million burning stars in distant galaxies, their light evanescent and beautiful. You don’t have to say anything, as we feel the light of the rising sun caressing the very tip of our horizon.

My heart is collapsing into my chest, thumping, forcing life into my blood that invades my whole organism. I feel alive. I feel like I have never lived before, as a love so enduring stands so real, bonding us both in ethereal terms. And I am so grateful, so grateful that joyous tears swell in my eyes, trickling down my cheeks like a fresh stream. And as those tears fall, my heart finds itself in harmony, its beats less erratic, more stable and composed.

You look at me and the peace painted on your face cracks and dries. Your eyes are worried— but I smile in response, as the last few tears find themselves a way. I tell you that I am grateful. I tell you that those are tears of happiness and thankfulness towards the infinite kindness of love. I tell you that in this moment, I feel as if a heaven had been planted inside of my lungs, and I could soar above with potential to be the best I can. I tell you that I feel safe, and that’s why I’m crying.

You turn your gaze towards the ocean and smile, a wave of gratitude soaking you inside out. I can feel it. I can feel it making your heart beat. I feel it empowering you, forcing responsibility and strength into your very soul. You slowly close your eyes as the overarching sun rays paint a stark blueness to the sky, and when you open them, I can see the very tears that you’ve always wished to feel in your eyes— the tears of love, bliss and joy. Tears so authentic, a token of gratitude streaming against your skin.

I allow my head to bury itself in your arms, and I turn into a figment of a soul ready to pierce rays of value into its world. You are smiling, as a love you’ve never felt before finds itself in your heart, transforming you into the man you envision yourself to be.

And this love has been living in us for so long, waning and fading but always finding a way to come into the light. And this love is sometimes buried underneath the earth, upon layers of dirt and darkness, but it always finds a way to grow. It believes that it is the seed that will blossom and create many beautiful things.

And so on this ocean as we are one, we remember the journeys that brought us here, all of the seasons and the waves, turning as around, turning us to people we never were before. But aren’t you grateful now that we at least had each other all this time?

And we always had this kindness in us.

We always had this love in us.

And now it’s just us— and I couldn’t be more grateful.