A beach story
Ten years ago…
There was me and this guy, sitting on a beach, on a famous island. I’ve known him for two weeks.
There was a bottle of the local vodka. The sunset was romantic. A boat drifts away to the bay carrying two lovers.
I said to him: “I think I’m falling in-love with you.”
After a while, he answered. “I thought you never want to be in a serious relationship.”
“Yes, I don’t.”
The sun said goodbye, we finished the vodka. I got dead drunk. He dragged me to the tricycle so we could get back to the pension house. I spent the evening spitting on the wall.
The next day we went swimming with the sharks, me with my massive hang-over. There was silence on the boat. I couldn’t stand silence.
So I said, “about last night.”
He answered. “We can try.”
His first “I love you” came many months after. The declaration of real love when we parted for a while.
I married the guy last year.