I’m a realist,” I replied stubbornly, “not a romantic. Romantics
are always disappointed.”
“Maybe they’re disappointed because they’re always surrounded
by realists.” Simon countered.
See what fun it is to do what Simon Says?” Simon teased,
drawing closer toward me.
The surest way to hurt yourself is to give up on love, just because it didn’t
work out the first time.
But it was not the note that counted so much as the writing of it.
Just because it wouldn’t last forever out there didn’t mean it hadn’t
existed. that’s why I was there. I was there for a moment. And
because of a string of beautiful moments spent at that very same
place, moments I would keep inside me wherever I went.
#e sound of a breaking wave echoed across the water. “I have
doubts. I get afraid, same as anyone.” Simon’s eyes glazed over. But
then they refocused and he smiled at me. “Nothing is for certain.
Except maybe one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“If you don’t have any dreams, then they won’t come true.
I’ll see ya,” I said in a neutral tone. I wasn’t sure whether to
be annoyed by Simon or by myself, or by both of us. “I can walk
home,” I added as Simon trudged alongside me to the walkway
leading up to Wind Song.
“I can see that. You’re very talented at it.
#anks for the swim. You are a majestic swimmer,” Simon said
as we neared the walkway to Wind Song.
“You talk a lot of crap, you know that?”
“I thank you for appreciating my verbal stylings,” Simon replied,
with a formal bow.
Simon nodded. “You need your beauty sleep.”
“Do I?” I said coolly.
“I didn’t mean,” Simon stuttered. “I meant…you’re a girl and all.”
“Thanks for telling me,
You take your flashlight out on your walks, right?” Simon asked.
“Depends on the moonlight.”
“From now on, take it with you every night. When you’re out
walking this way, you’ll pass the gazebo, where, chances are, I will
be smoking.”
“Then what?”
“You can signal—say, three times if you want to take a walk with
me. Twice if you want to walk alone. that way I’ll just let you walk
on. It’ll be like a military code. No one gets hurt.”
I laughed. “that’s silly and charming.”
“I try. I can signal back with my cigarette lighter too,” Simon
said, holding up the lighter and firing off three short bursts of
flame. “So, like, if I see you first and I happen to not wish to talk to
you, I can fire off two bursts and block you in your tracks.
Look. Aren’t they romantic?” Simon said, pointing out two "re!ies
dancing together, their glowing lights making spirals in the dark.
“Not necessarily,” I replied. “there are "re!y species where the
females trick the males into thinking they want to mate, but they
eat them instead.”
“Oh, yeah, I think I know a few of them.” Simon laughed
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