Footprints In The Sand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Let's paint our world together, from now until forever.

Submitted: June 26, 2013

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Submitted: June 26, 2013

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Blindfold me, handcuff me and throw me in the trunk of your car. Take me where you want to go, take me somewhere far away. Untie my bindings and let me roam free, in the place I’ve always wanted myself to be. Show me the less intense sun, the fluffier clouds, the birds with better tunes, the greener trees, the cleaner oxygen, the most beautiful flowers with the brightest of all colors, the gentle warmer rain, the Sunday paper, the calmer nights, the blue waters, the higher elevations, the steeper mountain peeks, the whiter snow, the hospitable coffee shops, the friendlier people, the life outside the one I know. Take me on the ride, and show me all there is, because without you there the sun is just as intense, the clouds just as fluffy, the birds sing the same tunes, the trees aren’t all that green, the oxygen won’t be any cleaner, the flowers will hold their same exact colors, the rain will still be cold, there will be no Sunday paper, no calmer nights, the waters will be green, there are no elevations, no mountain peeks, there is no winter snow, but instead winter slush, the coffee shops will still be tainted, the people will still be unfriendly, it will only be the life I know. Take me somewhere far away. 

Take me to the place right off the water, the one with the whitest sand and the greenest trees, and the lighthouse on the other side of the shore, the place with the long dock extending towards the deeper tides, the one with the swinging bench overlooking the waves, the sunset, the trees. Take me there. That place holds my fondest memories, our footprints scattered across the sand, mine leading, yours following behind, chasing me, there becomes less distance in between the prints, less and less, and finally they’re tied up even, my footprints disappear. You pick me up effortlessly and throw me into the water. It feels nice, the water is not cold but not warm either, it’s the perfect in between. As it floods my body, and hits my face, it reminds me that I’m alive. I am here, in this place, in this beautiful place, with this beautiful person, and I’m alive. I’m really alive. For the first time ever, I realize it. I feel it. It’s real. Take me there. ?

I want to go back, and look at what that place has become, I want to see the changes if there are any. I want to feel the absence of our presence there, it’s been a few years… I want you to take me there and throw me in the water, I want you to walk with me to the end of the dock and jump right in, and when the sun starts to set and the moon peaks it’s mysterious form out from beneath the clouds I want you to take me by the hand and lead my over by the white sand and kiss me until you can’t help but take my clothes off. Lay there with me, and make love to me like you’ve never make love to me before, and tell me how much you love me, over and over again, and how you’ve missed me, and how you remember everything about this place without moving your mouth away from mine. I want you to feel how crazy I am about you, and how you turn me into this delicate, fragile entity, your entity. How I belong to you, completely. And I want you to do whatever you’d like with me, because you can and you know it. I want to feel how crazy you are about me and how I turn you into this intense, protective person. And after you’re done with me, we can lay there all night and look at the stars and the moon, and that damn lighthouse and talk about how it’s been years since we’ve been here and how we’ve missed this place. And you can tell me how much you love me, as if you don’t do it enough, and we can pretend like we’re still the same two innocent kids we were when we were here last, and that we never even left and that we don’t ever have to, and that time doesn’t exist and this is just a place, our place, somewhere out in the middle of the world, far away from everyone else, and that it really can be just us two for a few moments in time, in space, on Earth, in existence. You’ll listen to me talk about the past, our lives, our adventures, our mishaps, and you’ll listen to me cry like you always do and I’ll cry there for a long time. I’ll cry because I’ve missed this place, and because it feels so good to be back, and because so many moments have gone by and were lost in time, in space, on Earth, in existence. And I’ll cry because I love you, and I don’t ever want to leave this place again and because I’ll wish it could be like this forever, just me and you, the stars, the moon, that damn lighthouse, the water, and the trees. But mostly I’ll cry because it’s just so perfect, and because I just can’t seem to take my eyes and my hands off of you while there’s so much around me, so many stars, the moon, that fucking lighthouse, the water, and all those trees. But, they look so much more beautiful than I ever imagined, and so do you. And we’ll just lay there, but we won’t sleep, we’ll just look at everything around us, and each other and talk about whatever comes to mind, and smile and laugh and cry and then we can do it all over again, starting from you making love to me. And we’ll just lay there, and maybe eventually we’ll decide to go somewhere else and see other things, other stars, a different side of the moon, another damn lighthouse, different waters, and other trees, and maybe there will be a different dock, and maybe it will be more magnificent, I know it will be. It will be absolutely perfect, like something we have never imagined before and could not even contemplate that the beauty of existed. But until then, we can just lay there, at that place where we stopped being strangers and started becoming something so much more, that place where we stopped being two different people, and became two different bodies entrapped in one soul. 

Take me to that place, and afterwards take me wherever you want, wherever you want to go, and we’ll see whatever you want to see, whatever you find perfect and enchanting and beautiful. Show me everything there is to know, teach me about myself, make me want to better myself and see other things. Carefully unwrap me from the box I’m in, take me out and walk me through the world as you know it, as you want it, and we can make it happen. And it will be absolutely beautiful. And the sun will be less intense, the clouds will be fluffier, the birds will sing the most beautiful tunes, the trees will be taller and greener, the oxygen will be absolutely clean, the flowers will hold the brightest of all colors, the rain will be warmer and more gentle, there will always be a Sunday paper, and calmer nights, the waters will finally be perfectly blue, the elevations will get taller, the mountain peeks steeper, and the snow will be white, the coffee shops will be the most hospitable and the coffee will taste the best, and the people will be friendlier… and it will be perfect, because you’ll be there and I’ll be there and we will leave our footprints in the sand. 


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