The Beach
I have to make it to him before he gets on that bus!
I ran up the street.My mind racing with the happenings of the past days with him. I turned to cornor and began to run down the boardwalk. Almost there I thought. I saw the bus…it is pulling away! NO! But I was too late. By the time I got there it was gone. Damn.
I turned to look down the beach.And there he is, laying on the sand, looking up at the sky. Ryan!He’s still here!
I ran down the beach and dove down next to him.
“I’m sorry!,” I said, “I was wrong. I do love you! I do! I just wasn’t sure of it! Well, I was, I just didn’t want to believe it!”
Ryan looked at me.He closed his eyes for a second, then opening them he siad, “I just had to tell you. I didn’t know what you’d say.”
“Well, I do. And why are you still here?” I asked.
“I was hopeing you would come around.” He smiled embarrassedly.
I laugh. I bent down and kissed him, letting my hair fall down. Acting as a tent over us. We lay there, forehead to forehead, happy again.