Swept Up (but Not Yet Away)

It was Sunday.

And I have never seen the Pacific Ocean in such a luminous grey. Yes, luminously lit by a sort of bold and fearless, yet mild, light that I have never seen before.

What else I have never seen before is someone so eager to open up his life to wrap me in the midst of it. An engulfing passion that swept over me like a crimson tide, rushing to the tempo of the ocean or that of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I felt a sense of connection with him which battled with my comforting walls of protection within -- a race of disarmament.

I refused to see it, but he reflects the best of me. Why? He is just another me, bright and full of life. But I approach only with caution. Why?

And now I feel the throbs inside. Perhaps old scars ache.