{a story}

WARNING: Very cringy, cheesy, and I know it has plot holes…also, this is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written, but keep in mind I have not written a story in about a year so I’m a bit rusty…so bear with me!

A gentle breeze blew off the sea; the waves gently lapping against the shore. A full moon was rising, bathing everything in a silvery glow. Faint music played in the distance. I could barely make out the words:

stars shining bright above you……..dream a little dream of me…….

I smile at my love, taking his hand in mine. Was I dreaming? If I was, I never wanted to wake up.
It was summer. We were in France, walking on the shoreline, wind in our hair and moonlight on our faces. I was with my love, and for one night, everything was perfect.

“Hey handsome,” I whispered, grabbing his attention. He looked over at me, smiling, instantly flooding my heart with warmth. I pointed with my head to a craggy boulder. “Let’s go over there,” I said. We walked over to it; he helping me up. We sat there for awhile, gazing at the moon, talking of our past, our future, our hopes, dreams, and fears. I rested my head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered. “I think I always will.”
He took my hand, holding it in his, while stroking my long hair with his other. He was quiet for a moment.
“Charlotte,” he said.
“Yes?” I looked into his face, searching.
“I will never leave you. Ever.”
I continued searching his face.
“I mean it,” he rubbed my back, pulling me close to himself. He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I love you,” he said, pulling back from me and looking into my eyes. I knew he meant it. Breaking into a wide grin, I hugged him tight.
“Thank you,” I said, “Thank you for loving me.”
He chuckled. “I’m lucky to have found you.”
“I wish we could just stay in this moment forever,” I replied, sighing.
“I know,” he said, smiling wistfully. “We can’t ever forget it, okay?” He laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Alright,” I laughed with him. We were silent then, for a few minutes, soaking in the moment, remembering every sensory detail we could, listening to the low jazz music playing far off.

Suddenly I jumped up. “I have an idea that would make this night even more memorable,” I grinned, grabbing his hands and pulling him up. Startled, he almost fell over and into the water a few feet below us.
“Geez, Charlotte, always trying to kill me with these crazy ideas of your’s.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled nevertheless, grabbing onto his hips and resting my forehead against his. “Do you hear that?” I asked.
“The music!”
“Oh yeah….well, what exactly did you have in mind?” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
I smacked him on the shoulder, stepping down off the rock. “Ugh, no, don’t be crass,” I shook my head as he jumped down from the boulder, grinning.
“I want to dance!” I said, swaying my hips and twirling around. “Come on,” I reached out my hand, taking his.
We swayed to the music, neither of us saying a word, not wanting to spoil the moment. I rested my head on his chest, and he brought me closer. While we danced, Frank Sinatra’s timeless voice sang, filling the air with romance and charm.

Yes you’re lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft there is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight…..

He sang along with the song, whispering the words against my cheek and in my ear.
Too soon, the music stopped, and we came to a halt. He let go of my hands, standing back from me and gazing intently at my face.
“You know, Charlotte,” he said finally, “you’re a vision,” He cupped his chin in his hand, shaking his head slightly.
“What,” I laughed.
“ ‘Cause of the way you look tonight,” he sang, trying hard not to laugh.
“God, you’re so corny,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. He finally burst out laughing too, but then become serious.
“No, but for real, though, you’re always beautiful.” “And graceful,” he added.
I smiled up at him, my heart feeling all warm again.
“You should always wear that dress, even when you’re old and fat.”
I went to smack him, but he dodged my hand, laughing and running a bit before plopping down onto the sand. I came and sat down beside him, looking out to the sea, where the moon hung above it, touching everything with its magical light.
I felt his fingers running through my hair, and I laid down to rest my head in his lap, looking up at his face.
“Even if I never see the moon or stars or ocean again, I don’t think I would care, because your eyes have stars in them, full of hope and wonder, you have the ocean in your heart, full of love and strength, and you have the moon in your mind; filled with mystery and wisdom. And Charlotte, I swear, you will always be my stars, ocean, and moon, and I will always, always love you for that.”

“Quite the charmer aren’t you.”
He rolled his eyes and looked away.
“No, it’s very poetic. I didn’t know you had that in you,” I said softly, sitting up. “Did you really mean it?”
“Um, no, Charlotte, of course not.” He gave me one of those “really?” looks.
I rolled my eyes. “Ok, so I was dumb to ask that.”
He nodded his head vigorously.
“Ok, you didn’t have to agree,” I laughed, pushing him.
He looked at me then, leaning in. He rested his forehead against mine, his hands on the back of my neck.
Feeling awkward I said, “And you will always be my sun, moon, and all my stars,” I laughed under my breath, but I meant it.
Before I knew what was happening, he pressed his lips against mine, kissing me with a passion and tenderness I never thought possible. If there was any doubt before, I knew one thing for sure now: he would never leave me, and I would always be his ocean, his moon, and all his stars.

{the end}

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