By Onyekachi Victoria Philip
I love the way he calls my name.
Especially when his voice blends with the echoes of the wind,the gentle movement of palm trees dancing to the beautiful songs whispered by the Atlantic Ocean.
It whispers gently.
Softly.
Yet somehow, every whisper feels like it is calling my name, screaming it across the shore in the softest echoes.
It is the spirit of the beach.
For over four decades, this beach has welcomed people from different parts of the world. It has witnessed laughter, celebrations, friendships and countless beautiful moments.
But today, let’s talk about a beach that speaks the language of my relationship.
A beach that seems to understand our love.
White cloth spreads beautifully across the green fields, overlooking the endless Atlantic Ocean. Soft red flowers rest delicately on the beautiful fabric, while tall palm trees rise around us like silent guardians, watching over the love unfolding beneath them.
The wind moves gently.
The flowers remain still.
The palms dance.
And the Atlantic continues to whisper.
Then he holds my hand.
He looks at me and whispers,
“I love you.”
Three simple words.
But somehow, they sound bigger than just his voice.
They sound like the ocean saying it.
Like the wind is saying it.
Like the palm trees are saying it.
Like the entire beach is joining him.
I love you.
For a moment, it feels as though everything beneath the sky is standing together in support of our love.
The beautiful blue sky stretches endlessly above us, softly reflecting its beauty across the face of my wonderful man.
And I look at him and realise that perhaps this is what love feels like…
To be held by someone you love while nature surrounds you like a blessing.
To hear “I love you” and feel as though the whole world has echoed it back.
This is a love at the beach.
A love whispered by the Atlantic.
A love carried by the wind.
A love guarded by the palms.
A love surrounded by flowers.
A love beneath a beautiful sky.
A love supported by nature.