Sailing Through Memories of Stolen Kisses

Sunset, North Atlantic Ocean by N'cki J. (@TheOnly1LadyJ)

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting hues of fiery orange and soft pink across the vast expanse of the North Atlantic, I find myself perched on the edge of the ship, caught between the beauty of the sunset and the memories of a love that once danced with the waves.

National Kissing Day, they call it. A day dedicated to the sweet collision of lips and the electric spark it ignites. And here I am, sailing through the open waters, with the salty breeze tousling my hair, lost in a sea of thoughts.

I can't help but think of him—the one whose laughter echoed like a melody in my heart. We kissed under the stars, standing atop a grand staircase, beneath the same sky that now blushes with the fading sunlight. It was a kind of kiss that made time stand still, a moment of pure, unfiltered connection.

His laughter was infectious, the kind that made you forget about the world's troubles. I remember how we would share jokes and silly stories, letting the sound of our laughter harmonize with the gentle lullaby of the ocean. In those moments, it felt like we were the only two people in the universe, cocooned in our own world of joy.

The ship rocks gently beneath me, a rhythmic reminder of the ebb and flow of life. The waves seem to whisper stories of love lost and found, carrying the essence of countless tales across the vast expanse. It's funny how the sea, like love, is both unpredictable and soothing.

As the last sliver of the sun disappears, I can almost feel his presence in the lingering warmth of the day's embrace. The memories of our stolen kisses, the laughter that echoed against the backdrop of crashing waves, they all flood back.

So here I am, on National Kissing Day, watching the sun bid adieu to the day, lost in the bittersweet symphony of memories. A smile tugs at my lips, a tribute to the love that once painted the canvas of my heart with vibrant hues. And as the night unfolds its starry tapestry, I can almost hear his laughter in the whispers of the ocean, a reminder that some kisses, like the sea, leave an indelible mark on the soul.

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N'cki J.

July 6, 2018