We spent the evening in each other’s arms, cradled on a hammock by the beach. Listening to the sound of the waves as it hit every rock and as it kiss the shore. He kept on pulling me closer to him as we both wished for a star to fall by. But the night remained dark and the mosquitoes were starting to form a circle and do a dance ritual around us.
Keeping my palms rested on his chest, “I’m going inside, should I make you some coffee? Or are you coming too?” I asked.
“I think I’ll stay here for a while. Go get some rest.” He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead as I slipped away from his arms, ‘til the last of our fingers touched.
I stood by the door and watched him, “Tonight is beautiful enough to write about even though it’s the same view every night, isn’t it?”
He sat, arms crossed over his chest and smiled, “It is, but I’d rather write something for you, about you rather than spend the night thinking of how I could compare you to the evanescent sky and put them into words.”
I looked into his eyes, like sunsets dissolving into the dangerous seas, with its unknown currents and secretive tides. I felt warm from his gaze. And in wordless moments like this, I already found myself drowning in the endless possibilities with my writing boy. And that is what I love most about him.
Yesterday I was showing a friend the OST of Digimon Tamers and he was blown away by the soundtrack, later thanks to Dark and Mimic found out that in the US, the first three Digimon series were all altered in a lot of ways while in Mexico, the latin american dub kept pretty faithful to the series and had the original score.