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Published:April 6th, 2006 14:30 EST
A Moment Worth Waiting For

A Moment Worth Waiting For

By R.J. Smith

It was late, and the sky seemed to go on forever over the dark ocean. There was a slight breeze blowing across the white sands of the deserted beach that gave the palm trees a gentle sway. The sounds of the surf beating against the waterline dominated the night, and the stars and moonlight seemed to glow just enough to give a surreal, unearthly feel to everything around me.

I sat there alone, contemplating the universe over a small cigar filled with good Jamaican w**d. I had a lot to think about, considering the events of the past six months. In the preceding half a year, my life had changed completely and totally. I had just gotten married to the one woman who I had told myself I would never be with again.

Eight years ago, she had my child. At the time, even though we were too cocky to admit it, we were both far too young for such an ordeal. The whole thing ended badly in a small motel room in Denver. It was the one relationship that scared me for life. We parted, and for the better part of a decade, we lost contact. 

Then, through circumstances, fate, and destiny, we were reunited. Something compelled me to make the two-day trip from the mountains to the small desert town she called home. I went to see my son for the first time in seven years, but for some strange reason I ended up with her most of the time.

Nothing was the same, and thank God. Instead of complaining about every little thing, we made out like high school kids in her nearly deserted trailer park for hours on end. For the first time in my life, I actually wanted to spend time with a girl without sex being involved.

After a short long distance relationship, we decided to get married. My writing career was going decently and the fact that I already had a child with her made everything come together. Within two days of the proposal, we were in Vegas vowing to a fake Elvis to love each other for all of time. That night we finally passed out drunk at about three in the morning on a plane to Jamaica for our honeymoon.

That brings us to the beach. We rented a small hut a ways off the beaten path that I had learned about on the Internet. The wild-eyed Jamaican we rented it from sold me a huge bag of some sticky green chronic for 10 American dollars. We tried to make fishing poles only to learn how badly we sucked at it. At the end of the day, we made love on the beach during one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen. She fell asleep shortly thereafter with the calmest smile on her face.

So, there I was, smoking this killer w**d that was foreign to my American lungs, contemplating life, love, and all that was before me. My first thoughts were of my son and how lucky he was. Most kids who do not see their parents together for the first half of their lives never get to see their parents together. It must have been a dream come true for him. 

In a way though, it was for me as well. I had lost the only family I had ever known when I lost her and my son all those years ago. This was my second chance and it was so much better than the first time. 

She did not love me the first time, I knew she didn`t, I could see it in her eyes. I could see something much different when she looked at me this time around. There was a difference in the tone she used when she talked to me. I could tell that she wanted to be here just as much as I did and that neither of us wanted anything more in the world. 

All of a sudden, I felt something warm touch my back. She never use to be warm, she always use to be cold. I thought at first that it was because she was evil, but then I realized it was because she was lonely. She did not have a reason to be warm, and for some reason, now she does. 

She slipped her arms around me and I could tell she was still somewhat groggy. I gave her a small kiss on the cheek and we both stared out at the night sky without words. It was the closest I had ever felt to someone in my life. Everything felt so right, like we were meant to be there. Perfect. 

We looked into each other`s eyes. It was at that moment both of our worlds ended and began anew at the same time. We had bonded before, but it was then that we knew we would never be separate again. 

As our lips embraced, it was as though everything around us stopped. Time, the universe, and nature in its entire splendor paused for a few seconds to admire the pure beauty of true perfect love. Our souls fused together with a cosmic explosion so huge that it could not have been seen with the naked eye. It seemed as though, even if only a few seconds, our love was the very focal point of every molecule in existence.

From that moment on, we were one. Two bodies that share a single soul. Nothing would ever come between us again. The journey to this point took over a decade. The moral is that sometimes you can find love in the strangest places. Do not overlook the lessons and mistakes of the past because there may one day come a time when you have a chance to truly prove that you learned from them.