Falling. Falling in love. Why do we fall into love? As if we have no control. Is it a realization at the first glimpse, that life simply wouldn’t be worth living, if it couldn’t spent without? So in a proper manner, a respect of person & space, you take a chance and ask, a reunion in courting.



That maybe in the end, life and love is something we can only momentarily have, holding on as long as we can, however long that may be… and even, if in this life we may never meet, it was the thought that kept us going.



There was a woman leaning on the wooden fence. She had long cascading hair past her shoulders, streaks of ombré cascading sunset. Slight curls deliberate from the natural straight. Iridescent eyes. A beautiful intensity in flecks of the ocean’s gaze; vastness into the stunning unknown.


She was wearing a loosely revealing button down hinting of shoulder & intimacy. Jeans that hugged against her skin, minor distresses leading down to reveal her ankles. She could’ve been a model or actress if she really wanted to. A brilliant studious look.


A delicate flowery tattoo, slightly visible from the delicacy of fabric, gracing along her skin. Ivory beige sandals that showed her painted toenails & sandy feet. Everything about her was heavenly, innocent, and pure, yet she had an appearance of a willingness to break the rules. She brought her hair over her ear and smiled as she caught his glimpse. Do you believe in love at first sight?



He walked across the sand towards her… whistling and gesturing as his fluffy white beast began to run in his direction. By the other side of the fence beside her, he placed his bag on the edge.



“Pardon me, miss… but you’re in my spot.”

“Your spot?” she asked curiously setting her book down.

“Yes ma’am. Well, at least the past few days,” he chuckled. She bent down to pet the animal pawing and smelling her feet.

“A lovely place to watch the sun set.”

She rubbed the friendly fluffy white coat.


“May we join you?” he continued.


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The epilogue is the beginning and the end of the journey. A never ending cycle of life, in coincidences. A stumble when we least expect it… if you may give life, the gift of love, that the moment may currently present.


“Meet you here at sunset?”