"You're the one," he sighed.
"You're all I could ever want," I replied.
"I'll love you forever," he said with vigor.
"I'll never leave you," I promised.
Under a thatched umbrella, we sat facing a sea with black waves. The moon surfaced sporadically from behind the sailing clouds, but we relied on candle light to pour our drinks. It could have been any night from the last three summers, except I refused to indulge in any alcohol (much to his dismay). I let the sand surround my feet and invade the gaps between my toes. My legs pushed downwards with increasing force till the damp grains began to make my ankles itch. This process preoccupied me as we spoke.
Amused by our embittering experiences, we were trading insults not sweet nothings. We found insincerely repeating to each other all the unfulfilled commitments we had suffered so simple. As simple as the liars, who once convinced us to fill our faith in those hollow words, must have found it.
"I need you," he added through muffled laughter.
"I'll never let you down," I recited - after a moment of hesitation - from a now distant memory.
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