He took me hiking, back into the beautiful Broken Back Mountain hiking trials. This particular one followed a raging river to an incredible series of waterfalls. This experience was spectacular, not just for the scenery alone, but because I was with a man, a man I was so horribly, madly in love with. He couldn't possibly be told enough how I felt. I couldn't put that into words. But I'm sure he felt it, there beside the raging waterfall, where we left all of it behind. It was just he and I, and that raging waterfall.
I found it ironic how the pulse of the water as it tore down the rocks seemed to emulate how I felt inside. The raw power and energy of the water somehow translated into the feelings I had in my heart for this man. Such strength and energy. All that water tearing through the rocks was how I felt when I was with him, how my heart felt, blood tearing madly through my body, raging inside just for him. At that moment in time, that raging waterfall was all ours. And we were ever so much in love.
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