I Make You My Own
Waves crash on the beach shore. The sun is setting, and an array of colors shoot across the sky. Sand covers the bottoms of our feet as we side side-by-side on a striped towel, watching the vast ocean in front of us. I put my hand over yours and give you a smile, which you return. I look around the beach—aside from us, there’s nobody. Even the trees that line the dune behind us seem to be looking away. I swirl my wine and bring it to my lips, emptying the last of it, before setting down the...