He is lucky. He feels it. He knows
it. He is lucky because the one woman he ever wanted, the one that he desired
like a gift from above, is at this very moment sitting next to him.
His left arm seems to embrace her,
but no, it doesn't, not exactly. It simply touches her, lightly, like the
whisper of a caress. This contact is enough to bring him peace, serenity, to
make him close his eyes and imagine with a secret smile their common future.
She's maybe smiling as well right
now. Maybe. There's no way to say. But one thing is certain; she enjoys being there,
abandoned in his almost hug, feeling his body's warmth and gazing at the
endless blue of the ocean.
From my Book of the People
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