The Moon, the Sea and Fireworks

"Moon River, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're going I'm going your way

Two drifters off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end

Waiting 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend

Moon River and me."

Moon River (1961) by Audrey Hepburn

I'm in love. That felt so good to finally say out loud. I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!

I'm truly, madly, deeply in love. And it's not the solemn, dignified sort of love I'm in. It's unbalanced, giggly, and giddy. I am all impulses and nerves. There are butterflies in my stomach and tingles at the ends of my hair - and I am always on the verge of an impending heart attack. I'm a wreck and a mess, and I'm loving every goddamn second of this beautiful, beautiful madness.

I have no idea what happened, but it did. It was simultaneously unexpected and yet, felt so very inevitable. Like two trains on a collision course. Like destiny. It's a touch of fate and a lot of explosions. Oh, no words dreamed in all of philosophy and romance can describe the gravity of two lovers falling helplessly at one another! It's contradictions and paradoxes. It's so wrong that it's right, and so right that it's wrong again. There were words. Lots of words. Words that dance, twirl, and skip at the edges of what we are dying to feel. Then we find ourselves in a place we must have been heading to all our lives, an impersonal stranger of a city that does not see, does not hear - and we suddenly lost all need for words.

My Crazy Cat Lady™.

We eloped for a day and a night from where our days were heading apart and found ourselves walking out hand-in-hand to sea where jellies dream and pipe-fishes weave under the waves. There were inexplicable fireworks flowering in the starry sky, celebrating an occasion that neither of us recognise. The brightest moon rose from the south and painted a radiant silvery river which rippled on the tremulous water, watching us as we were watching it. We talked about us because nothing matters more. It was a night of longing and possibilities and tomorrows. You told me that one day, I'd find someone who would want to be my manic pixie dream girl. You said there's going to be a day when she would walk into my life and show me what I've been missing all along, eclipsing every pretender I have ever met. Oh, little did I know you were talking about you.

And we ended our lives then and there so we may have new ones -two faithless souls taking a leap of faith together into the ever after. Yes, it can be that simple, Baby Doll, and you know it.

Crazy for Cheryl,

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