Date : 9/27
Time starting : 3.45 p.m
Idea I am pursuing : Maybe something centered about a sad, touching story?.
Time ending : 4.00 p.m
The sun is about to set past the horizon when I rowed my loyal wooden
boat out to the sea. No sign of storm or anything of the sort for this
evening. It is pretty much the exact definition of a calm, relaxing
evening to spend time by. I rowed and rowed until I am at the middle of
the sea. I am not a stranger to these waters. I had made my years of
living through it. But today, it is different. Today, it is special. I
am not setting out to this vast ocean in order to catch tunas or salmons
or other ocean dwellers to fund my expenses. I am here to create
something more than that, something that can not be bought by money nor
gold. something that I hope will last forever in my mind, something that
is best described as memories. When I decided I have rowed far enough, I
stopped and release my grip on the pair of oars.
"What's the problem?. Don't tell me you are tired already?" a
feminine voice speaks out to me from the other end of my boat. It is a
tone that is less insulting but more of being cheeky.
"Please, I am not that old yet", I chided back.
She merely giggled at my reply. As the sunset shines over her face, I
once again realize how lucky I am to be blessed with such a perfect
wife and even more so when we actually had made it past our 25th
anniversaries. Even though she might have aged a bit, she will never
cease to be the beautiful woman that had once captivated my heart.
Today, seeing her like this had made me fallen all over her again.
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