Perfect
Deep into the picture I look. The image is a little blurred but the content emotions are clear. I'm sitting on the beach near the sea, sitting in between 's legs. He hugs me and leans his chin on my shoulder. It is always comforting just sitting and talking.
"? Do you think in a few years time, we'll still be like this?" asked.
"What? Like this? I hope not, I need to eat...sleep...Pushing Daisies will be on..." I reply, despite knowing that the question wasn't how he meant it.
"Figuratively speaking, not literally," interrupts.
"I don't know. We'll have to find out, won't we?" I turn my head to catch a picture of his face from the corner of my eye.
He kisses me on the neck, "I guess we will." There is silence but silence of comfort.
The scenery is beautiful. If only it could stay like this permanently.
My thoughts are abruptly halted. "You know when you said one day you'd like to go to America? To the beaches. Maybe even travel the world. See the kangeroos...see the Eiffel Tower...Statue of Liberty?"
"Yeah," I say in a dreamy voice. It's amazing that he actually listened to all my babblings of 100 things I need to do before I die.
"I want that too," I can sense a smile, the hug becomes more intimate.
"Really?" it's strange knowing someone who wants the exact same things as you.
"Yeah, definitely. I want to see the world. It'll be an adventure. We'll end up getting lost but it'll be great fun."
"I think so too. Travelling the whole world could take us years and years though," I state with excitement.
"I can't wait."
We kiss and I resume looking at the picture, everything in it is all I could ask for, great place and an amazing boyfriend. The picture I look as is not a photograph but the reflection on the sea water of me and .