It's unusual to find a beach that is golden in the morning. While sitting at the shoreline, I reminded  why the beach has a certain power over me.

There was our right as we cast our gaze out into the languid water. It was receding gradually and looked happy in its jewel-blue robe. The beach resembles a warm embrace, matched only by the sky's abundance of sunshine.

The sand is the scene's modest star, the softest shade of gold, almost rustic and muted, and it has the perfect amount of comfortable warmth.

As the wizard-white Tufty clouds drifted by, the sky appeared as a silken veil while a line of silver appeared to be stitching the horizon.

I felt the opera of the sea wash over me, and I enjoyed the wave music. It soothes me.

I can see all the summertime sights, including kids making sandcastles near the water and an elderly couple engrossed in a book. I observe a young couple having their own little world while enjoying each other's company.

As I relax I remembered a scene happened a couple of years ago in this very same spot.

I initially met her while on vacation. When I first noticed her, the world was aflame with silver from the moon's beautiful light. Her incomparable flawless face and burnished complexion that could make anyone fall on their knees. She radiates an aura that warns any living creature to not mess with her. Her enticing, constellation blue-eyes gazed at me and it's like it's mesmerizing me the longer I stare at it. It's digging into the depths of my being. It's drowning me but it's also giving me a sense of warmth.

'How could she be doing this to me?' I thought to myself.

"Do you love me?" I asked. I'm being impulsive again.

"What?" Her eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm asking you if you love me." I repeated.

"What's gotten into you?" I shrugged my shoulder. I don't really know.

"What if I say no?" I made a straight face even though I felt heavy from what she said.

"Then I'll wait." I said with a determined face.

"Even if it takes a while?"

"Even if it takes months and years."

"Why are you doing this? Do you really want to be with me that much?" I shook my head. Her confused face was obvious now.

"In you, I just haven't found the person I want to live with. Instead, you became someone I can't live without."

°°°

"Have you been waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry if it took me a while."

"If waiting for you means being with you, then it was worth a wait."