Boston Harbor – that’s what he’s always been. Always there, but endlessly overlooked. His eyes, which are blue to most, are only green to few. He is a boy, captivating and always around countless people, yet he is equally uninviting to her. He has become a man, beautiful, but stagnant and surrounded by so much algae that she sees him as equally off putting.
Now, as the tide drags across the pebbles leading ashore and his orbs trail across her tan skin, his eyes smile a cerulean wave she’s never seen before.
In this moment, the pull between the pair invites her down a forbidden avenue, a road leading into an ocean deemed untouchable.
The water rushes over the green rocks, making everything around them dance in an awe-like wonder except for these two statues in the center, staring into each other’s eyes.
As she lets herself start to smile and give into the way the corners of her lips are starting to turn upwards with the chilly sea breeze, his gaze begins burning a fever on her cheeks, a paralyzing heat that snaps her back to reality.
She knows the current will always pull them in different directions.
Somewhere, somewhere else in the universe, he is the Mediterranean. But here, for her, no matter how hard she searches for cerulean seas, he will always be the Boston Harbor.
Anchored Musings 