'So how do you know it is love?', he asks as he pours another glass of wine. The sun is high up in the sky on a Saturday afternoon and his sunglasses hide his eyes that remind me of one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen.
'Science says you fall in love, the real kind of love exactly three times in life. And I know I am in love when the person makes me feel like I am at an ocean', I say gulping the third glass of wine.
'So how many oceans have you loved?'. He gently puts his sunglasses on the table and his eyes gleam like the wine in my hand.
'Two, to be precise. The first ocean was vast and I swam knowing I would drown someday. He was vastness and infinite, deep and dark, calm and chaos. He was sometimes the moonlit waves and sometimes the starchy sand on a scorching sunny Sunday. He was love in its purest form and life in its fullest.
The second time, I was scared to step into the waters. I chose to stare at him from a distance than going for a swim. Even from a distance, my heart ached for his one glance, he was treasures unexplored and a secrets only a few pirates knew about. He was the whisper of the sea shells and the song of the dolphins. Sometimes, I feel I should haven dared to take a walk on the beach, but maybe sometimes people are to be loved in the way they are to be. From a distance ', I manage to tell him smiling amidst the wisps of memories of the two oceans I was in love with.
' Do you always make poetry about everything and everyone? And how do you know these people are the oceans that you are searching for? ', he asks, this time holding my hands and looking straight into my eyes. They are fierce and soft at the same time. They question knowing the answers, they are like the sunsets that you look forward to.
I take a deep breath. I know that feeling. It's familiar and frightening. I clasp his hand into mine.
"It always starts with a sunset"