Perfection
The night air blew Mona’s hair in her
face. She brushed it aside and took
John’s hand as they continued their walk along the uninhabited beach. The waves softly crashed against the shore,
and her bare feet sunk into the warm damp sand with every step.
“Mona?” John broke the silence with a
tender, but serious voice.
“Yes, John?” she replied, smiling up at
him.
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.” He hesitated.
She turned to look at him, awaiting more. “I love you, Mona.”
“I know, John; I love you, too,” she
responded, still wondering about what he truly wanted to say.
John turned and looked at the moon,
putting his broad back to her. A breeze
caught his shirt as he turned, then quickly ceased. The large full moon glinted off the ocean, illuminating the area just enough to see the
seriousness on John’s face as he turned back around.
He stared at her for awhile, and she
blankly stared back, wondering what was concerning him so. His blue pools dipped into her
own brown ones. He shyly looked
away, until finally he formed his thoughts into audible words.
“I think you’re perfect for me,
Mona.” Warmth surged through her
body--to her core, but she didn’t know how to respond. She just continued her vacant stare. “I really do.
I really think you are the perfect one for me. You’re the only one with the patience enough
to deal with me and still posses that undying love. You’re perfect.”
Finally she collected her thoughts. “I love you, John. I want to spend the rest of my life with
you.”
“I want the same...if you’ll have me.”
“Of course I’ll have you,” she said
gently, brushing her hand slightly against his smooth face.
He pulled her closer, bringing his face down even with hers, pressing his lips firmly against hers as he tightened his embrace. The moon shone brightly in a clear sky, showing a silhouette of a pair who deserved a life of happiness together, a pair who could very easily live in eternal bliss. This was a night neither would ever forget.