16/06/2022
He asked me if I wanted to spend a weekend at his Uncle’s shore house.
I nervously agreed. A weekend with a boy I had only met a month prior, exciting but also terrifying.
And so we went. It’s here that he showed me his childhood. As he shared his life before me, memory after memory, I understood.
He’s not one to have deep conversation. He won’t divulge details about himself unless they’re necessary. But man, when I get to see him reliving a memory in his mind he lights up.
To the boy who introduced me to this town and the man I now call my husband, thank you for showing me what being “down the shore” really means.
