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Memoirs of a Walk Through November

Memoir 4

Dante sat down on the bench.  He stared out into the ocean.  He always loved the ocean, the way it pulled at him, always calling him.  The sound of the waves crashing on the shores, he sat for hours.  Sometimes the sun rose and set, and left him in the stars.  It was growing dark and quiet now, the sea settling as if to sleep.

“Hey hun, I figured you might be out here.” 

Her voice broke the silence; the kind of sound that radiates across the universe. 

“There’s that smile, darling.  I swear, when you smile it’s like the whole cosmos is in your eyes.”

She was beautiful, and Dante loved her. 

She sat down next to him and nestled her delicate body into his.  She rested her head in his arms.  His hands found her waist and drew her in.  Dante knew that she was there to teach him, there would be some great journey between them. 

“Do you love me, Wild?”

Her words washed over him like sunshine.  He touched her face with his fingertips and kissed her forehead slowly. 

“I love you.” 

Dante whispered the words to her, closely, intimately.  He had searched for himself for so very long, only to find that what he had been looking for was within her.  He was just a reflection of her beauty, an abstract result of something he couldn’t define.  It humbled him to his roots.  He had no words for her.  He had no beautiful or poetic lyric.  They didn’t make words for this.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you, if you’ll let me…” 

His gaze was locked to the oceans in her eyes; the dark mystery that was her; swelling in like the tide; her breath on him as soothing as the spray of the sea.  She could feel the fire and strength in his voice, the passion in his stare.  She knew that there was no lie in him.  In that moment, she knew he would go to the end of his life with this love.  And indeed, it was to be, that he would go to the very bitter end.

-Spatter