To some, they had a boring life full of predictability and mundane activity, but they didn’t see it that way. To them, every day was an adventure into the heart of the other, an exploration into a sea of the infinite responses of love.
I can never go back to the city, but my mind is still encased in its mortar, my heart pumping to its fast paced rhythm. However, out here, living in the hills, my lungs can breathe. I had never realized how hard it was to breathe before.
He watched as she made a gesture in the air that caused a metal blind to retract from a window, revealing the Earth. She made a different gesture several times, zooming in on him in his suit. He looked at the Moon and waved.
Something about the pond told her she should turn around, walk away, never return. But her curiosity was an impulse she had never been able to ignore, and a thousand warning signs could never dissuade her.
Each day was like putting together a puzzle, without knowing what picture it formed. He knew he had all the pieces. He knew he would figure it out in time. But there was no guide to help him, no end goal or instructions—only daily guesses.