There are very few things in life that make me feel as alive as I did that night. It was only her and I and a long patch of sand, the waves encouraging us to explore and discover all of who we were. The moon and the stars guided our every steps and God magnetized our hands together. We couldn't pull apart even if we desired, but the fire in our hearts were too strong for either of us to desire anything but one another.
Her eyes had extracted all of the blueness from the now black ocean. And her lungs had extracted all of the oxygen that once belonged to me, but now everything that was once mine is forever hers. Words swirl around inside of my head, but none of them are worthy to infiltrate her ears. So silent I remain.
Our hands remain intertwined and our spirits fly high above our heads and look down upon us with eternal joy. It hasn't been long that our souls, or our bodies for that matter, have known of each other. In fact, we had only introduced ourselves to one another earlier that night. But what a night it has been.
Many beautiful women have crossed my path over the years. I have felt my heart race and the anxiety flood through my veins, but never in my life have I felt what I felt when she first walked into that busy room. Though there were many groups and tables and plates of half eaten deserts in between her and I, I swore it were just the two of us surrounded by nothing more than the presence of God.
I have never and will never be a confident man, so I wasn't quick to engage. I rather let the night and the moment and the destiny of our meeting develop, until the urging in my soul was too strong to be ignored.
I took a long sip of whiskey and let it attempt to warm up my already warm body. It tried to drunken my veins but they were already drunk with something much stronger, love and hope and desire. I set the now empty glass down on the table and made my way over to my soul's mate.
I tap her on the shoulder and wait for her to turn. Though it took only mere seconds, I witnessed eternity pass by so many times that I had all of eternity memorized. And in that eternity I saw her and I and God in celebration.
"Hi there, I don't believe we have met... My name is Matthew." The words came out much cooler than I felt inside, but then I thought back to eternity and calmness fell over me.
"Matthew..." She extended her hand toward me and I took it, "My name is Tiffany."
We spoke for hours about everything under the sun and beyond the entire galaxy. We spoke of our families and of our deepest desires. We spoke until there were no longer any combinations of words left that would express exactly how we felt about the moment. We spoke for so long that we hardly even realized that the only ones remaining in the venue were us and the night cleaners.
Long ago I had given up on love, but tonight God proved to me that love is the only reason for being alive. All of my possessions and accomplishments and journeys mean nothing when compared to this love. Sure, they all brought me momentary joy, but nothing brought me anything even close to what this eternity with Tiffany has brought me and will continue to bring.
I look out at the dark sea, the bright sky, the full moon, and her. And, for the first time in my life, everything is okay.