The boat ride home with you
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Inspired by a poem called "I've never taken public transport" which was written by the amazing @honeyclementine. The tides rocked gently at midnight, all I saw were your beautiful, emerald eyes that shimmered in the moonlight.

The boat ride home with you

Inspired by a poem called "I've never taken public transport" which was written by the amazing @honeyclementine.

The tides rocked gently at midnight, all I saw were your beautiful, emerald eyes that shimmered in the moonlight.

I saw your hand, as you ran it in the crystal clear water.

While you gazed at the moonlight-reflected ocean, your fingertips touched mine, and I smiled. You slowly removed your hand, and I saw your gorgeous smile for the first time.

I noticed that your lips were slightly plump and the most beautiful shade of creamy pink that I had ever seen.

I imagined your tender touch once more. Your skin, flawless and smooth.

A cold, unforgiving gust of wind blew, almost blowing off my hat. I shivered as a few more came. Once the wind stopped completely, I saw that you took off your coat.

I thought, "Is he crazy? It's the middle of February and it's 9degc here!" Suddenly, I feel something on my shoulders. Your beige coat was placed on my shoulders.

I heard your teeth chattering from the cold, but you smiled at me again, and I froze. I managed to smile back at you.

As a sign of gratitude, I took off my grey scarf and wrapped it around you. I saw a slight change in colour on your cheeks. Your cheeks became rosy for a quick second.

Seeing you blush was the cutest.

I was mesmerized by your face, when the light from the boat shined by your face. Your green eyes that reflected onto the calm waters like a clean mirror.

I felt your touch again, and I felt myself blush. You held my hand and interlocked your fingers with mine. I was shocked, but filled with euphoria too.

You glanced at me for a second, but that second felt like forever. I noticed the deep, complex pattern of your iris, and your hazel, brown lashes.

They were quite long, and I could tell that you had carefully curled them that afternoon before the boat ride.

A few hours passed, and you were still holding my hand. The sun began to rise, and I saw a peachy orange colour reflect beautifully onto the sea.

The boat began to slow down and a few honks were heard from the distance.

I was sad that the boat ride was ending, but I had prepared to ask you for your number for the past 15 minutes, so I was sure that I'd be fine.

The boat came to a halt at last, and our hands broke apart naturally.

I stood up and I took my coat off, so I could give it to you and thank you for letting me borrow it, but you were nowhere to be seen.

Where you even real, I wonder.

A year has passed since then, and I've been looking for you. I yearn to look at your beautiful eyes once more. Even if it's for 2 seconds.

I still cherish the memories with you.

And I have still kept your coat. Even to this day.

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