Strolling Along the Beach
When we first met, you insisted we took long walks on the beach. We’d hold hands and smile at each other. You’d pull me out into the water. The waves would gently brush against my bare feet. It made me smile.
People would comment on it; how much in love we seemed. We smiled. You squeezed my hand harder.
You once drew a heart in the sand with your feet. You looked at me and smiled crookedly. A little shy, a little unsure.
That’s why I fell in love with you, Jonas, why I’ll love you to my dying day.
Copyright C.R.M. Nilsson 2010
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