The Night That Lasted Forever
The Night That Lasted Forever2 mins 23.3K 2 mins 23.3K
I'm a walking ticking time bomb waiting to explode for the pieces of me are yearning to speak volumes of a young man lost in love. At least someone should've told me love is a world, for I have traveled across oceans to continents seeking for my rib. On warm sandy beaches of the Caribbean Island, I met a lass. As a goddess, her beauty is impeccable. From a distance, I knew she was the missing rib since for decades my ribs were finally set free from the ribcage and they could not wait any longer for a reunion.
It's as if fate knew our fate: in no time we were building castles on the sand, strolling around the shores collecting oyster shells, playing hide and seek, and like dolphins, we dived into the water to cool our sunbaked bodies. At dusk, we sat on the shore, held each other tight, sang our favorite songs sipping lemonade as we watched the sun engulfed by the horizon before our eyes, and hoped for a forever after as the sun sluggishly shrank into the distance. At night: we sat side by side, lit our bonfire, sipping champagne, toasting to our one night stand, telling each other stories of our sailing journey across the stormy seas and the rough ocean tides. Late at night: we turned to the sky awaiting a shooting star to make a wish. A wish that could make us last in sickness and in health. If dreams we dream at night would keep recurring like a movie sequel, tell me, would this night last forever?