It was the usual kind of question you ask when you first meet someone, and she was expecting the usual kind of answer.
“Where do you live?”
He looked at her with those impenetrable steely blue eyes that would always fascinate her as she tried to work out exactly what he was thinking. She never really did. He never let her, or anyone else for that matter, see into the depths of his soul. But in that moment, he knew that what he was about to say was not the usual kind of answer. The slightest smile crossed his lips. Lips she would grow to love and yearn to feel touching her own. A teasing glint in those fathomless eyes.
“I live on a yacht. And one day I’m going to sail the world”.
He watched her, those eyes sparkling, challenging her to react. Her heart missed a beat, his freedom of spirit reached toward her, wrapped its arms around her fragile heart, showing her in an instant how life could be made of bigger dreams, bigger than she could even dare imagine.
They talked, lips moved, eyes met …. but neither of them heard any more. Life went on around them while their moment stood silent and still, waiting for them to give it a name, waiting for them to breathe out and know that this was their time. He knew it. And so did she. It was their time.