Just today I was remembering that night on the beach. There wasn't a smooth breeze. It was windy. Cold, sea windy. And you actually, really protected me with your body from the cold. Even if that meant you were trembling.
It inspired me to write about it. And I did, adding a little something, as I always do. But I just realized, writing this, that with you, when I write you, when I talk about and describe you, I don't need to add anything. Because you are, without me writing about it, a good guy. An actual, genuine, good guy.
I remember that night was the night we kissed after all those years and after I nearly scared you out of it.
I'm glad you were brave and took a risk with me because every thought of you makes me smile.
