Cool blue shades jostling with hot red. She knew he was an exception to every rule in her head. This man was magic. She liked his dulcet –soaked tones, and she knew a sprinkle of fairy dust would bring sparkles to their collective life.
Formidable energy. She knew he would have the required energy to soak up the morning sun and demand a second cup of coffee to ace that mountain and climb another one. She knew he would lie under the stars and kiss her goodnight with consummate ease. She knew it.
The ocean bed would open up and swallow them both, with its teetering energy. The water would lap against their feet, and the sands would shift with the fervent desire rocking them. The moonlight-kissed waters would draw them in, and they would wade in with unannounced glee. Like a child using his crayon to draw the first shade of memory captured in their starry eyes.
The afternoon light would be cozy with their eclipsed fights. The radiation would spread outwards like a meteorite kissing tender frame of belonging. And love would generate magic.