The winds blowing outside, the creak of our boat as the waves slapped the sides, the sun peeking through the windows, catching the twinkle in his eyes and the greys in my hair.
I lay on his chest, his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. Watched the rise and fall of his breath, felt his heartbeat matching mine, legs and bodies and souls entwined.
In the warmth of this Indian Summer, we drifted in and out of sleep. Occasionally, he'd stir... "Lovely" he'd whisper, his hand trailing up and down my spine, his skin on mine, nothing between us but the future.
We spoke of dreams, of chasing rainbows and starlight, of nights on the water under the moon. He's leaving me to turn his dreams into reality, and although I knew this day was coming, the tears still slide silently down my cheek as he drifts back to sleep underneath me.
We've had a beautiful love affair, something most can only dream of, a thing of fairy-tales and romance novels. We knew what the fates held for us the moment we met, accepted the inevitable end, and tumbled headlong into a passion of such depth and intensity that's it's only equal is the searing pain of this parting.
His breath is steady, his lips on my forehead, as even in his sleep he pulls me closer. He's been my anchor, my safe port in life's storms for the past few years, and I want to freeze this moment in time, and stay in his arms forever.
"Thank you," I send a prayer to the universe and the gods above, "Thank you for this moment, for this man, and for this love."
And I wipe away the tears and smile, grateful for the time that we had, the memories that we made, and the love that forever changed me.