The unbearable lightness of…me

13Feb08

We leaned on one another and watched the sunset. Together we created lava spilling-spurting-spluttering into a distant mirror-smooth ocean. Together we made islands and ships float on the mirror-glass. We watched our creations in silence, my hand clasped in yours, as the sinking sun unfurled the canvas for us, only us.

The sun always sets

It’s moments like this that maybe, just maybe, there is the possibility that I just might, could kinda, sorta love you…one day. But more likely not, because, “Holy fucking crap dude, who on earth still wears their shirt tucked into high-pants like that?!!!”


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8 Responses to “The unbearable lightness of…me”  

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  1. 1 Melissa on February 13, 2008 said:

    Oh, the pants! Or is it the tuck?

    Beautiful picture.

  2. 2 itsinthesmallthings on February 14, 2008 said:

    But love has a weird way of making those things not matter, somehow, maybe.

    Then again, shirt + tuck + high pants…. eek!

  3. 3 lolostve on February 14, 2008 said:

    Now that made me laugh, I love the sunset, maybe I’ll join you for one.

  4. 4 TIV: the individual voice on February 14, 2008 said:

    So romantic and so not.

  5. 5 Lisa Y on February 14, 2008 said:

    Hahaha. So anti-climax….but still romantic enough, sorta.

    Gorgeous shot of the sunset - so fiery yet so soft (in the mother nature-ish way. Darn, can’t find the right word, heh) at the same time.

  6. 6 amuirin on February 15, 2008 said:

    Breathtaking photo, clever punchline.

  7. 7 An Unreliable Witness on February 15, 2008 said:

    Oh dear, and it was all going so well. Here’s hoping there’s not too much tight elastic too.

  8. 8 Corina on February 18, 2008 said:

    The photo is just beautiful and the description of the two of you watching the sunset makes a single gal envy you.

    Then the pants.

    Oh well.

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