It was a warm July evening, the California sky painted in bright pinks and oranges - the perfect backdrop for a dinner on the beach. He arrived with a tall ease, all blue eyes and boyish smile. We ate, we drank, we talked. He was curious but not scrutinizing, passionate but not naive, sweet but not a pushover. And all blue eyes...
"I'm awkward," he said, apologetically, in the midst of kissing me. Though he certainly didn't seem awkward; he kissed me so slowly, so patiently, like time had paused just for the two of us. Anything but awkward.
And then he was gone. Time ticked again, the earth spun again, my heart found a steady beat again. Occasionally, I see something that echoes the blue of his eyes and I wonder about him, just for a moment, before carrying on...
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