this isn't real

the first was unexspected.
dodging the questions, the frustrated looks, then it came.
it was unexspected but it felt like everything clicked into place. everything was there - the fireworks, the crashing waves, the never ending parade of clichéd scenarios.

then it was a run to privacy.
it wasn't pretty and it sure as hell wasn't romantic
the raw, dark earth pressing into your knees and the thin, whispy blades of grass in your hair making everything tangible.
drawn out breaths, shuddering.

you hugged me.
as tight as you always do, but more so.
like you never wanted to let go
like, if you could, you'd stay there forever.

but you had to go.
and you still have to go.