A glowing red and orange fire ball dipping below the horizon, the fleeting colours of dusk beginning to fade away. The shimmering waves gently soak the sandy beach, where you are standing, and your feet that are resting lightly on the relaxing, warm sand. Your eyes are steady on the horizon, lost in the rhythmic percussion of waves on sand. The sun continues to paint the sky, shades of red, pink, orange, yellow. All the pain you have suffered goes away. All the hurt you have felt goes away.
Stars begin to shine, like beautiful blinking fairy lights scattered in the night sky. They look like fireflies, only burning brighter against the charcoal sky. Slowly, they illuminate the darkness and your fears crumble to sand beneath your feet, and you cannot tell them apart from the other grains on the beach. A shooting star appears before you and you make a wish, something happy, something you would like.
A boy – a sweet, kind, gentle boy – let’s call him Matt at the moment. He appears out of no-where, like God is finally giving you sympathy for the harsh past, which is slipping from your mind. He has brown, gorgeous hair, and sparkling blue eyes, which glint with mischief and love. You haven’t noticed Matt at the moment, but he has noticed you. That smile he smiles, well that is just cupid hitting a perfect shot with his arrow. He has a cute little mole on his neck, and freckles like the stars. You’re still standing on the beach, memorized by the dancing waves. Matt catches you by surprise as he grabs you round the waist and pulls you in for a kiss. Everything is perfect. He is perfect. You are perfect with him.
A shadow of your couple lies on the beach, and you mentally snap a picture of you too: his arms around you, your head resting on his chest. He stares at you for a long time and whispers, “I love you. So much you don’t know. Whoever says if you love someone you should set them free, they don’t know anything about you and I, as I will never let you go. Your word is my favourite sound, your name is my favourite word, your hug if my favourite feeling.” Matt then pulls you into the most perfect kiss: a gentle, tender kiss. You run your hands through his hair, and he hugs you closer.
Falling in love with Matt is the second best thing in the world. Because being with him is the first.
You stay, forever, like that. The sun gently dips lower into the horizon, but you stay there, arms wrapped around each other. Perfect. Loving. Just you. You and Matt VS the world. Love is that powerful. Love is the sea, and you are swimming through it. Love is the sun, it is baking you. Love gives you strength, love gives you hope, love gives you a future.
Love is you and Matt. Always. Forever. Love is in the air.
by The Flame