Constance

"Wait for me, Constance", I shouted in between breaths, barely catching up, "Wait for me!" The sky was a beautiful blue, almost as beautiful as your eyes. Wind in my hair and hope in my heart, I pushed my legs as hard as I could up that green hill, not wanting to part.

 

"Isn't this beautiful?" you said, standing on the top of the hill, looking out to the sea below it that  never seemed to end. The waves crashed against the hard rocks time and again, but they never could break through. It was hard to even seep through, so they were pushed back to the sea every time. See, I notice little things like that, the way i notice how you tap your fingers when things don't interest you enough, how you bend your back with utmost certainty that your eggs will not be the perfect omelet if you don't bend and concentrate when you flip them, how you always like to take the stairs, even to the ninth floor, than take a crowded elevator, how your soul shines through your eyes with a glint every time you are happy, like right now.

 

And as I stood on the edge of that hill, 600 meters above the deep blue sea, I held your hand and I wondered. I wondered what it would be like to fall into the vast blue wonder below, what it would be like to drown and be taken by the waves.  But then I looked into your eyes and I realised that I already knew what it was like to drown in a vast blue wonder.

 

Wave by wave, you conquer me. Time and again, I surrender.