Dear Florestan,
It's been a year: A year since I met you. A year since I kissed you. A year since I left you...
We met on a cruise, in the summer of 2010. Hopes were high and people were just living for the moment. I remember the exact moment I first laid eyes on you. We were at a pool party: The dance floor filled with golden skin and smiling faces, dancing bodies and ice drinks. I was sitting alone, sipping on a gin and tonic, when I noticed you watching me. Just watching. I swear I could've swam in those deep blue eyes for eternity. But you came over to me and introduced yourself, your foreign-English singing to me your name: Florestan Fischer. Your Swiss accent was beautiful, the way your lips moved when you spoke was enchanting, and the way you guided me out of the crowd with your hand on my back will forever make me feel safe.
The first night we kissed replays in my mind day after day, constantly reminding me of what I left behind... It happened on the front of the ship. The night water reflecting the moons iridescent glow, as we talked and laughed. Your arm was around me, keeping me warm from the oceans breeze. Our lips softly met, your arms engulfing me and holding me tightly. It was the most beautiful and romantic moment of my life. Up until then at least..
We met each night after then. We'd go to the bar or go dancing or just look at the stars for hours on end. It was perfect. You introduced me to your friends and family. I felt so at home, so at ease. Like I really belonged there. Like I really belonged with you..
But people say that what makes a true romance, is the pain and sadness. Not the love.
On the very last night of the cruise, it was time to say good bye. You had to go back to Switzerland, back to your life. And I had to go back to mine. We took one last stroll around the cruise ship, hand in hand. You kissed me under the stars for the last time. It somehow felt different this time, everything we did felt different: as though the dread of going home was constantly in our minds. You lead me to my room, sadness filling your eyes. We were both holding it together, not wanting to show the other one how painful this moment would be. We kissed, for the longest time. Then you turned and walked out of my life. I'm crying now, as I write this, and I was crying then, as I watched you leave...
I've met many men since you, Florestan. I've kissed a few and almost felt love. But nothing compares to my time on that ship. Nothing compares to your enchanting voice or your warming smile or your loving touch. Nothing compares to you. And I don't think anything ever will.
It's been a year: A year since I met you. A year since I kissed you. A year since I left you... But everyday I miss you more.
Forever yours,
Flo
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