The cold wind hits my face hard.
I cling on to him, as he zooms. It’s dark. It’s cold. And I’m numb.
I bury my head into his jacket, and hold on as tight as possible. Closing my eyes, with my hands inside his jacket’s pockets, I take in as much of his warmth as I could.
We don’t say a word. It’s too cold to talk. When I look behind, there are no vehicles.
Ahead of us, there are none either.
It was just us. It was just me, with the only person I’ve ever wanted to be with.
Fast driving has always given me the creeps. But sitting behind him, I wasn’t scared at all.
I let him sweep me away. The moments…they were just magical!
And trust me, when I say so, it really felt like that.
We drive for hours. By the time we reach, I cannot move.
The fog slowly starts clearing, as we climb the cliff. And when I cannot pull myself up, he lends
me his hand.
We stand there, on the cliff, watching the sunrise, letting the warmth reach us, and he still holds
on to my hand. I wasn’t very cold any longer, but with him so close to me, I froze.
We race down the cliff…tumbling over we land up in the sea, in each other’s arms. Everything
was just so perfect, so beautiful.
He zooms again. It was no longer foggy, no longer cold. Yet, I clasp on to him, with my head
buried into his jacket, and my hands inside the pockets.
Everything was perfect. He was flawless. He felt safe.
We’re tired once we’re back. His arms closed around me as he put me off to sleep.
But when I wake up, he’s gone..
It can’t be a dream, can it? It all felt so real.
My phone beeps. It was him.
“I had a great time. Can we do something like this again? I mean if you want to.”
I read the message again and again. It was all too good to be real.
I smile and drift off to think about my moments with him once again..