Satisfied with the bargained price, we got a decent spot. He
kept complaining on how loose his swimming short was. I never really cared how
bad he looked like. I had known him enough not to care the way he looked, but
rather embraced his, sometimes, innocent heart, and tremendous generosity.
We dropped our stuff and dived into the sea. I do not know
how to swim that make me always afraid of being in a deep water. It was
terrifying especially with big waves. It was his nature of protecting and of
making sure I was fine that pulled me into the big waves. Those, together with
his mad face when there were a few surfers catching the waves near us made me
felt really secured. I had never enjoyed being in the sea before that.
We lay down on the bench. He immediately fell into a nap. It
was one of the greatest feelings I have ever had that is to be able to feel I had
everything with me, especially with him next to me, facing the long sea horizon
in front of me together with the waves it carried.
It was a great blessing.
