Coastal Blues

The seaside town was adorned with Ferris’ wheel, roller coaster, and carousels. Banners and twinkly lights were everywhere. It was a full-blown fiesta. People danced to blasting music. You were there; so was I. I remember.

We were with friends; and went to the charming square, where people boogied to the latest tune. Shy as I was, I tried swaying. I had the rhythm but not the courage. You subtly bobbed your head to the beat. I noticed, of course. I notice everything you do.

After almost an hour trying to fit in with the unfamiliar crowd, we head back to our friend’s house. They decided to eat dinner out in the garden; we settled in on the lawn right in front of the house. You and I talked random things until we found ourselves lying on our backs, looking up ahead.

I remember that night sky. It was beautiful. The moon was nowhere to be seen, there were few clouds, but the stars were shining. My god, they were magnificent. When I close my eyes to reminisce that evening, I can still see it.

The quiet chatter and tender wave sounds that surrounded us were audible but at that moment, we were the only ones that mattered. You told me something I can now barely recall. Ironic, isn’t it? I remember the setting, the feeling; however, I don’t remember what you said, as you turn sideways to look me in the eye. I saw you smiling, as you say it. I remember myself smiling but I forgot what you told me.

Then the magic broke as they called onto us. They finished dinner and were now heading to sit on the grass with us. Some formed their own circles, few others decided to kick ball around. Then a person came over and asked, “why are you two not together?”

We paused to look at each other and laughed. “It’s not the time yet,” you said. “But I know we’ll end up with each other.”

That got me off-guard. I did not really think you felt that way. I presumed, of course, based on how we treat each other. But there were no words spoken. So I asked, “Really? You think so?”

“Of course, I do. I’ve known it since the day I met you. Someday. When we’re both ready,” you said with beaming, peaceful eyes. I smiled back.

The evening went on as usual. Balls flew from every direction. Laughter erupted spontaneously. Music died down gradually as people turned in for the night.

The rooms were full so some of us had to sleep on the living room floor. You decided to lie beside me instead of the hammock. People around us teased, of course, but you ignored them and continued discourse ’til my eyes closed.

Morning came on that enchanting, little town. Instead of breakfast, we went to the shore and walked silently. The sea was perfect. The daybreak was still the right kind of blue. You looked at me; I held your gaze, and we both grinned as if sharing an inside joke.

As we strode back to our friend’s house to leave for home, you put an arm around me and held me to an embrace. You inhaled on the top of my hair and said, “someday”.