We were sitting so close together watching the sand roll over our camp. I could only guess what they were thinking about. I was thinking about them how beautiful their smile was. Smile sitting like a gem on that wind swept face. Beaten by wind sand, fauna and flora. Every dent on their dark skin was like some new treasure to find for me. New reason every time for me to ask: "How did this happen to you." Just so I could hear them talk about the road they have taken before meeting me. It was beautiful to know someone with so many dreams and thoughts that wanted to share everything with you. I was there for every second of it.
My hand grasping for theirs in the night just to find nothing was the most terrifying feeling I could feel. I always knew that they were close somewhere defending us. Looking out for me. They knew how to fight anything from feral dogs to giant lizards I never experienced them as lost or not knowing what to do. Only time I saw them hesitate and look lost was when after my 4th trip through the dessert and them as my guide I confessed my love for them. First reaction they had was to take the goggles from their face. The goggles left deep bruises from the pressure. Always putting them on too fast and with knot so tight that no person could tear them of their face. Words they said after that will always make me laugh. "Well then I might need some kind of breakfast to go with this sweet treat." I was kind of stumped by this because I expected some kind of an answer at that time. After we sat down they took of the long head scarf covering bottom of their face and I realized I never saw their hair. Dark black that almost ate away at the light around it in short trim but obviously growing fast. Unevenly cut probably by memory and with a knife. On some parts where the hair was long enough, not really long at all, curls started to show. I immediately wondered what would it look like if it was all grown out or just properly trimmed. That thought was immediately cut through by words."This way it fits under the scarf. Also were you travelling with me for those aproximatly 400hundred days just because you liked me. That seems kind of a lot for something so dangerous and hard." My screeching witch like cackle came out of me without warning."Well I think you are really special and want to wander with you for eternity but sorry not even I am that crazy all those four trips were for money." They smiled and nodded probably some kind of big boulder falling of their heart as they made sure I wasnt desert mad or a stalker. We then talked a talk only for our hearts and ears. We held each other close and traveled far. I never got of on the other side of desert. We took on another job and went back. It was us, desert and the road.
