We spent the night wishing on stars and throwing pebbles into the water. It felt as though we were dancing within a sea of little bright lights and ecstasy. It was beautiful and the tide was warm on our feet. Gin (or was it beer?) helped paint laughter onto a canvas of blue and our movements had never been so fluid. We didn’t care what we looked like, though we surely looked like drunken fools. All that mattered were the tiny fragments of time that we grabbed from the air as they passed over our heads. All that mattered were the stars in our eyes.
She could make me do anything sometimes, just by looking at me in a certain way. Pretty much the way he was looking at me then.