That Moment

I want to be held.
Sometimes I just want to be back in that moment, because, for that moment, life was unlike it was at any other moment.
It was perfect.
And I sat there, and I looked at the stars, and I looked at the people around me,
(most I didn't know and would never know again)
and just knew that I had it so good.
And we sat. And offered me his chair.
And stood there, at my eye's level, and looked and smiled.
And I knew.
And he held me. Even when we walked.
Hands clenched in hands. Holding on to me as if afraid to lose me.
And for that moment, I was all that mattered.
The giggling. The looks all night long.
There's something so comforting in knowing it's all yours.

So tonight, I sit.
And I'm brought back to the ocean.
The sounds of the waves.
You letting me be goofy, and joining me in my glory.

Looking far over the water and seeing nothing.
Nothing but us.
And the ocean.
In that moment.

For that moment, we were invincible.
We were one.
You held on to me close.
I was yours.

The moment lasted all night.
All it took was that first smile and you were hooked.

That moment.
I want to be held in that moment again.
And again.